Текст песни
Drop a beat
Just 'cos she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, 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 champagne room
Forty grand, looked into her eyes
I saw tears falling down
Type of tears that money couldn't buy
Just 'cos she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, 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 'cos she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red 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 twenty-five positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a
Mastercard or 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 'cos she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, 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 'cos she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, 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
Shocked caller, 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 'cos she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, 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 'cos she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, 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
