Davey Suicide - Dirty Rotten Filthy Rich lyrics

She tastes the world on the silver spoon Making heads roll when she enters the room She’s got an appetite to eat you alive Won’t look your way unless the price is right yeah Dirty Rotten Filthy Rich I know your type but I need a fix Dirty Rotten Filthy Rich You might be trouble but you’re my kind of b**h She never had to work a day in her life Living on trust funds any guy that she’d like She’s full of baggage daddy’s unloved girl Ya wanna hate her but ya want her more Dirty Rotten Filthy Rich I know your type but I need a fix Dirty Rotten Filthy Rich You might be trouble but you’re my kind of b**h You might be trouble but I need a fix You might be trouble but you’re my kind of b**h She’s dirty, she’s rotten, she’s downright filthy baby She’s dirty, she’s rotten, she’ll drive you crazy baby Dirty Rotten Filthy Rich I know your type but I need a fix Dirty Rotten Filthy Rich You might be trouble but you’re my kind of b**h