Testo di Private Dancer

Let me tell you about your girlfriend I know you think that she's your best friend True blue 'till the very end I gotta tell ya cuz I can't pretend now Last night I was all alone Went to the club just to get it on She was there in a laced out thong Clap kissin' and you know she's wrong, yeah [1] - Private dancer, lady of the street She always dance every day of the week She do her thing when she on her creep For the right price she'll be in your sheets Private dancer, lady of the street She always dance every day of the week She do her thing when she on her creep For the right price she'll be in your sheets I hate to tell you but you gotta know I saw her move to the top of the floor In 15 minutes she had changed her clothes Tryin' to play it off like I didn't know Your girl was the star that night Everybody got a third that night A hundred dollars you could take a ride They got paper but it still ain't right [Repeat 1] I can't tell you how to feel All I know it just ain't right It just ain't right I've got to let you know the deal Gotta let her know leave her bags at the door Tell her that she won't be dancin for you no more [Repeat 1 until fade]