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Pretty Dancer

Goldsmith
Well I went down to the club late one evening
A game of snooker and a drink on my mind
There was a poster saying free entertainment
So I stepped inside to see what I'd findd
Moving in the lights was a dancer
Shaking all she had on the stage
Teasing the dirty men crazy
All the women sat in fury and rage
That girl grabbed my attention
Tried to get inside my head
Every man knew her intention
Was to get one of us into bed

Pretty dancer
Pretty dancer
Pretty dancer

Well she pouted her lips and she shook her hips
And she stared at me with her eyes of fire
Like a leopard who's caged or a girl deranged