Perfect Gentleman

Wyclef Jean

(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 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
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 (oh)
I could flex in twenty-five positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser (uh-huh)
Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a (uh)
Mastercard or Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on and on white canopy
Wyclef extended his hand to me (oh…)
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 (odd)

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…Call up my mama said 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.)