Wash your dirty mouth
Your dirty mouth
Watch your little mouth
Wash your dirty mouth
Your dirty mouth
Watch your little mouth

I don't want to wait anymore

Wake up cinnamon
They can't get in and that's them at the door,
'Cause checkout time is noon and pretty soon it's a quarter to four

I don't want to wait anymore

Wash your dirty mouth
Your dirty mouth
Watch your little mouth 'cause you taste like you're already gone

Small town girls and boys make too much noise so I keep to myself
But acting tough is rough - enough is enough - I feel like hell
Tied up in London, you came undone with a two handed tug
With pieces of a phone, thrown at the door, spread out on the rug

I don't want to wait anymore

Wash your dirty mouth
Your dirty mouth
Watch your little mouth 'cause you taste like you're already gone
Wash your dirty mouth
Your dirty mouth
Watch your little mouth 'cause you taste like you're already gone

I gotta say I cannot wait
Not even one more night or day
Why don't you fly and get away
And end this awful holiday
Come and play, come and stay, and end this awful holiday
I gotta say I cannot wait
Not even one more night or day
Why don't you fly and get away and end this awful holiday

Wash your dirty mouth
Your dirty mouth
Watch your little mouth 'cause you taste like you're already gone
Wash your dirty mouth
Your dirty mouth
Watch your little mouth 'cause you taste like you're already gone

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): DANTE DECARO, DUSTIN PATRICK HAWTHORNE, PAUL HAWLEY, STEVE BAYS