Dirty Magazine Lyrics - More B.s. - Bree Sharp

I left home at the age of thirteen 

With a fistful of cash and a dirty magazine 

Now, I never cared for the things that I seen 

I just want to be in a dirty magazine 

Everyone makes sacrifices 

Everybody's got their vices 

Some girls got class and some girls got dreams 

Some girls as sweet as a ripe nectarine 

Well, I got no big plans and I ain't no beauty queen 

I just want to be in a dirty magazine 

Can you speak of my disgraces? 

Look at all the smiling faces 

I've been in a gutter, been in a latrine 

I've been in the back of a black limousine 

I've been just about everywhere in between 

And if I had the choice to live dirty or clean 

I tell you I'd live in a dirty magazine 

Yes, sir, I would live in a dirty magazine 

A dirty magazine, a dirty magazine