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Private Dancer (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(m. knopfler)
Producer: carter
Albums: private dancer (84), simply the best (91), the collected recordings (94)

All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don’t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names
You don’t think of them as human
You don’t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

I want to make a million dollars
I wanna live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah, i guess i want a family
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don’t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names

I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

Deutch marks or dollars
American express will do nicely, thank you
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me, do you wanna see me do the shimmy again?

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Private Dancer (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

well the men come in these places
and the men are all the same
you don’t look at their faces
and you don’t ask their names
you don’t think of them as human
you don’t think of them at all
you keep your mind on the money
keeping your eyes on the wall

chorus
i’m your private dancer
a dancer for money
i’ll do what you want me to do
i’m your private dancer
a dancer money
any old music will do

i wanna make a million dollars
i wanna live out by the sea
have a husband and some children
yeah i guess i want a family
all the men come in these places
and the men are all the same
you don’t look at their faces
and you don’t ask their names
repeat chorus twice

deutschmarks or dollars
american express will nicely thank you
let me loosen up your collar
tell me do you wanna see me do the shimmy again
repeat chorus

Private Dancer (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(m. knopfler)
Producer: carter
Albums: private dancer (84), simply the best (91), the collected recordings (94)

All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don’t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names
You don’t think of them as human
You don’t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

I want to make a million dollars
I wanna live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah, i guess i want a family
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don’t look at their faces
And you don’t ask their names

I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

Deutch marks or dollars
American express will do nicely, thank you
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me, do you wanna see me do the shimmy again?

Private Dancer (Letra)

No Question

No Question

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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