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]