“I'm that flight that you get on, international First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable Cause I know what the girl them need, New York to Haiti I got lipstick stamps on my passport, you make it hard to leave Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is When you talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Get jazzy on me You know the words to my songs No habla inglés Our conversations ain't long But you know what is I know what the girl them want, London to Taiwan I got lipstick stamps on my passport I think I need a new one Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is When you talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Talk dirty to me Uno, met a friend in Rio Dos, she was all on me-o Tres, we could ménage àthree-o Cuatro, ooh Dos Cadenas, closed the genius Sold ou”