Omarion - Private Dancer lyrics

rate me

Curse them vicky secrets you wearing

For making me feel so inferior

And curse that little bottle of coco butter

That blesses your exterior, whoa

I can see the way your lingerie is the thing

You just tryina test me

And I don’t like the way them dollar bills

Is sliding naked down your body

They make me so jealous

But I think I’ll pay

Girl just go and get it and call me foolish

Or even selfish

But baby I can’t fight the way I feel, yeah

[Chorus]

Fat bones should be my body,

This love should be my bad

Everything they throwing at you

Baby I double it

This love should be my queen

You’re my private, dancer

You’re my private, dancer

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones, whoa

Girl I hate the way that your necklace is hanging

Like it’s cut on to you

And I know that million you wearing

Will spend...that’s the things I wanna do to you

I can’t help but feel a little angry

Bout the ...bout the lone she lives

And who gave you permission to get roses and that bible tattoed on your hip

It make me so jealous

But I can’t help it

Girl just go and get it and call me foolish

Or even selfish

But baby I can’t fight the way I feel, yeah

[Chorus]

That broad should be my body,

This love should be my bed

Everything they throwing at you

Baby I double it

This love should be my queen

You’re my private, dancer

You’re my private, dancer

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones, whoa

Getting mad when I know I should be having fun

Lately I’ve been trippin, thinkin you the one, whoa

They make me so jealous, but I can’t help it

Girl just go and get it and call me foolish

Or even selfish

But baby I can’t fight the way I feel, yeah

[Chorus]

That broad should be my body,

This love should be my bed

Everything they throwing at you

Baby I double it

This love should be my queen

You’re my private, dancer

You’re my private, dancer

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones

Throwing hunneds when I should be throwing ones, whoa.