Jason Derulo - Talk Dirty Dancing

I'm that flight that you get on, international
The first-class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortably
Cause I know what the girl they need, New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps for 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