Dirty Secrets (Giuffria)

Telephone lover, can't tell you my name Just a credit card number, and a picture of your face Gonna turn the lights down, come on whisper in my ear You know a nasty kind of story, the kinds I like to hear I'm lying here just thinking, where I'd like to be Right now with lady answer me, inside the magazine Let my fingers do the walking, want to get me a tryst I'm a telephone lover, and a lover at last Dirty secrets, zipped up tight, dirty secrets, gonna let it out tonight I got lead in my pencil, and that ain't no joke My patience ain't for writing, your lips they ought to know With a quiver in my voice, take the bull my the horn It's down below the satin sheet, where I keep it nice and warm It's a good for planning, want to ride hot and hard So open the runway, I'm gonna shoot for a star With a finger on your button, slippery when wet Gonna tell you hot mamma, it's a ride you won't forget I've got a dirty secret, zipped up tight, dirty secret, gonna let it out tonight Dirty secret, what more can I say, dirty secret let me fire away Solo It's a good night for planning, wanna ride hot and hard So open up the runway, I'm gonna shoot for a star With a finger on your button, gonna see what I get Gonna tell you hot mamma, it's a ride you won't forget I've got a dirty, dirty, secret, I've got a dirty, dirty, secret I've got a dirty, dirty, secret, I've got a dirty, dirty I've got a dirty, dirty, secret, I've got a dirty, dirty I've got a dirty, dirty, secret, I've got a dirty, dirty I've got a dirty, dirty, secret, I've got a dirty, dirty, oh