[Intro – deep slow 808 + breathy whisper] [Elara Voss, low and seductive] It never… washes off… [Verse 1] I leave my mark where the water can’t reach Between your thoughts, underneath your skin, where the shame feels sweet One slow lick of my poison and your body starts to keep The taste of something filthy that you’ll never want to clean I’m the stain on your conscience when you’re lying in your bed The memory that gets you hard when you’re trying to forget [Pre-Chorus] You can scrub… you can pray… but I’m already too deep… [Chorus – slow and sensual] I’m the dirt that doesn’t wash off, baby I stay inside The sweet filthy secret that you try so hard to hide I’m dripping down your conscience, I’m crawling through your veins Once I get between your legs, you’ll never feel the same Dirt that doesn’t wash off… stuck deep where it counts You can try to rinse me out… but I’m never coming out [Verse 2] I’m the scent that lingers on your fingers late at night The reason you keep touching when you know it isn’t right I’m the wet dream you can’t shake, the craving in your throat The beautiful corruption that you’re too ashamed to quote I live where the soap can’t reach, where your good boy dies I’m the reason you keep coming back between her thighs [Chorus – sultrier and denser] I’m the dirt that doesn’t wash off, baby I stay inside The sweet filthy secret that you try so hard to hide I’m dripping down your conscience, I’m crawling through your veins Once I get between your legs, you’ll never feel the same Dirt that doesn’t wash off… stuck deep where it counts You can try to rinse me out… but I’m never coming out [Bridge – slow and teasing] You can shower… you can pray… But my taste is permanent… and you like it that way… [Final Chorus – full seductive power] I’m the dirt that doesn’t wash off, I live under your skin The filthy little pleasure that you let come back again I’m the stain you wear proudly when nobody else can see The reason you keep sinning while you’re begging to be free Dirt that doesn’t wash off… this is what I do Once I mark you as mine… there’s no washing me from you [Outro – breathy whisper over rumbling bass] Never… washes… off…
