Public Image Ltd. - Dirty Murky Delight

She might as well be a dinner bell
Smile a simple pimply crack
Put that dagger in your back
Not much in size and height, designer spite
That hollow glare, that sour stare

She knows you're easily led
Sections that put in your head
Donkey, carrot and stick
Knows how slow you tick
Like knowing all your needs
Like knowing all your greeds
Like feeding all the weeds
Like dealing in disease
Like spit in the breeze
So eager to please
When you go digging in the dirt
You'll be down in the hurt

A dirty murky delight (dirty, dirty)
One lick and you know it ain't right (murky, murky)

She's not all there
But that's what you deserve
And so fair is fair

Dirty murky delight
One lick and you know it ain't right
A dirty murky delight
One lick and you know it ain't right

Dirty murky delight
It ain't right

Dirty, murky, delight (dirty, dirty, murky, murky)
(Dirty, dirty, murky, murky) it ain't right
Dirty, murky, delight (dirty, dirty, murky, murky)
(Dirty, dirty, murky, murky) it ain't right
One lick and you know it ain't right

Written by:
Bruce Neal Smith, John Lydon, Lu Edmonds, Scott Firth

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Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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