Lyrics: Jason, ha ha Jason Derulo Get jazzy on it I'm that flight that you get on, international First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable 'Cause I know what the girls 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 it You know the words to my songs, no habla ingles Our conversations ain't long, but you know what is I know what the girls 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 Get jazzy on it (Uno) Met your friend in Rio (Dos) She was all on me yo (Tres) We can ménage a three tho (Quatro) Oh yeah Dos Cadenas, close to genius Sold out arenas, you can s**.k my p**.is (ooh, damn) Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck Chest to chest, tongue on neck (neck) International oral s*.x Every picture I take I pose a threat Bought a jet, what you expect? Her p**.sy's so good, I bought her a pet (stop) Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it Got it saved in my phone, under big booty Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it Got it saved in my phone, under big booty 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 (you you ah) Talk dirty to me (yeah) Talk dirty to me (talk to me) Talk dirty to me (oh yeah, oh) Get jazzy on it What? I don't understand, ha ha
