Dirty Mind
I’ve got a dirty mind, I like a certain kind of thing
I can’t help myself, can’t tell you what it’s s’posed to mean
I can’t tell you what it’s s’posed to mean
Sometimes late at night as I’m walking up and down these halls
I swear to God I hear voices from behind the walls
Voices from behind the walls
I’ve never been the kind to worry bout it all that much
Just lately I’ve been wondering, maybe I’m just losing touch
Maybe I’m just losing touch
But until I get that cold chill running up and down my spine
I’m loaded like a pistol, oh I’m ready anytime
I’m ready for you anytime
So, I pour myself another drink, as if it’s gonna help at all
I know what happens next, there ain’t nothing left ‘cept protocol
There ain’t nothing left ‘cept protocol
Yeah I’ve got a dirty mind…
