Verse 1: Jason DeRulo
I'm that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable
Cause I know what the girl them need, New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, make it hard to leave

Hook
Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
Will you talk dirty to me?
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me

Verse 2: Jason DeRulo
You know the words to my songs
No habla ingl