Redroom

I would dance for a dollar
I would swing on a pole
I would dance on your table
I bend over for you
If you want me to shake it
You better part with that money, honey
It’s those dancing dollars
That speak volumes to me

But don’t make me beg
Don’t make me beg
If you can see
Desperate in me
Don’t make me beg
The red rooms
Out the back now
Cost you just seven – o
You can have me all to yourself
If you enjoyed my show

But don’t make me beg
Don’t make me beg
If you can see
Desperate in me
Don’t make me beg
On monday
She’s tuesday
His girl friday is pulling her dress down
Tailor made in the innocent light
Scruffy angel is she
Scruffy angel is she.