Оригинален текст
Well the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don`t look at their faces
And you don`t ask their names
You don`t think of them as human
You don`t think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall
(chorus)
I`m your private dancer
A dancer for money
I`ll do what you want me to do
I`m your private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do