Wyclef Jean / Perfect Gentleman
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Just cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a whore, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama, said "I'm in love with a stripper", yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it
Like you got no bones in your body
And you was made to be a celebrity
Twenty grand, know it's a sin but before me you show me
A little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock said
"There's no sex in the champaigne room"
Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling down
Type of tears that money couldn't buy
Just cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a whore, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama, said "I'm in love with a stripper", yo
Just cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a whore, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama, said "I'm in love with a stripper", yo (Excuse me, what is your name) (Uh, my name is Hope, yo)
I was blessed with the body of the goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I could flex in 25 positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a
Mastercard a Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on an all white canopy
Wyclef extended his hand to me
Like Billy D. said he's feelin me
Take me away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no car
No more stripping in bar
It's me and you Clef, against the odds
Just cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a whore, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama, said "I'm in love with a stripper", yo
Just cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a whore, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama, said "I'm in love with a stripper", yo
Shot callers, wasn't you a preacher?
You calling her a hooker?
He without sin cast the first stone
I met her on the subway, she gave me that V.I.P. card
And told me if I ever have problems
Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a whore, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama, said "I'm in love with a stripper", yo
Just cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a whore, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on