Dirty Dasha

You asked my brother last week if it’s alright
If you could take me out, maybe tonight?
So you picked me up at eight
And called this thing a date
I’m impressed you treat me like a lady

And now it’s pushing midnight so you drove home
Insisted on walking me to my door
I told you to come in
But only for a bit
I don’t usually do things like this

But, the more that I’m staring, the more that I think
I should go make us a couple more drinks
So I walk down the hallway and you followed me
And kissed me at the kitchen sink

We’re drunk breaking the dishes
Half-dressed don’t ovеrthink it
Push me against the wall
I don’t have brеath to talk, yeah

Tongues tied, like it’s my religion
Closed eyes just God as a witness
Baby I want it all
So say the word babe
Let’s get dirty