Perfect Gentleman Songtext
von 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
I′m in paradise
Look at all these crystals
What's up in scores?
Yo, straight up this the new anthem for anybody
Working hard tryin' to make that


Money, check it out, y′all
(Giddyup giddyup giddyup)
Just ′cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama

Said, "I′m in love with this strippah, 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 if only 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 champaigne room"
Forty grand, looked into her eyes
I saw tears falling down

Type of tears that money couldn't buy


Just ′cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
Just ′cuz she dances go-go
It don′t make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, 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?
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 or Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on an all 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 'cuz she dances go-go
It don′t make her a ho, no

Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"

Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don′t make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama

Said, "I′m in love with this strippah, yo"
Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y′all girls
Fronting like the Budweiser commercial
Talking 'bout, I-I-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, what are 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 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I′m in love with this strippah, yo"
Just ′cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna elope to Mexico
Called up my mama
Said, "I′m in love with this strippah, yo"
Call up my mama
Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo"
Yo baby, can I get another lap dance?
I tell you I got nothing but funny money, man
New York Dogs