LRC歌词下载 歌名：Perfect Gentleman
歌手：Wyclef Jean
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(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at
Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'ma send this one
Out to the gentlemen's clubs
Magic City,
New York Dogs,
Rolex
I be seeing y'all up
In there late at night
I understand when
Your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls)
Know what I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool
Y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same
Thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man
Turn up my symphony
Drop a beat)
Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a h*e, 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
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 fulfil my fantasy
Thirty grand, to the
Highest bidder but Chris Rock
Said, "There's no sex in the
Champagne 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 h*e, 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 h*e, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
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 and
On 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 cars
No more stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef,
Against the odds
Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a h*e, 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 h*e, 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
(Yo a lot of y'all sitting
With y'all girls fronting like
The Budweiser commercial
Talking bout, 'I, I don't be
Going to the strip joints'
You lying man
You'd be surprised who
You see up in there man
I got one question
For you liars, man)
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 VIP 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 h*e, 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 h*e, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
Called up my mama, said
Call up my mama said
I'm in love with a stripper yo
I'm in love with a stripper, yo
(Yo baby, can I get
Another lap dance?
I tell you I got nothing but
Funny money, man
New York Dogs