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I want your attention in this room Your eyes on mine Sit you down, hop onto your pot of gold You make me come alive Swing it to the left, swing it to the right Strutting on the stage, center of the lights Trippin' smiles ain't coming down Take your seat now Put on a private show Pull the curtains until they close I put on a private show We'll be wiling out on the low Work it, work it, boy watch me work it Slide down my pole, watch me spin it and twerk it Work it, work it, boy watch me work it Slide down my pole, watch me spin it and twerk it Put on a private show Pull the curtains until they close I put on a private show We'll be wiling out on the low We don't need crowds, we just need us All my feelings are about to erupt All my tricks, they're spectacular My encore is immaculate Swing it to the left, swing it to the right Strutting on the stage, center of the lights Trippin' smiles ain't coming down Take your seat now Put on a private show Pull the curtains until they close I put on a private show We'll be wiling out on the low Work it, work it, boy watch me work it Slide down my pole, watch me spin it and twerk it Work it, work it, boy watch me work it Slide down my pole, watch me spin it and twerk it Put on a private show Pull the curtains until they close I put on a private show We'll be wiling out on the low Strut it out, strut it out, eyes on me (eyes on me) Watch me strike a pose, feel my heat (feel my heat) Spin it 'round, spin it' round, three-sixty Ain't no boundaries here, no cameras, please Ooh, ooh, baby, baby Ooh, ooh, baby, baby Ooh, ooh, so entertaining Ooh, ooh Put on a private show Pull the curtains until they close I put on a private show We'll be wiling out on the low Work it, work it, boy watch me work it Slide down my pole, watch me spin it and twerk it Work it, work it, boy watch me work it Slide down my pole, watch me spin it and twerk it Put on a private show Pull the curtains until they close I put on a private show We'll be wiling out on the low Credits are closing now Guess that's the end Can we go again? Can we do it all again? Nah, I'll take a bow Up, down, run it 'round Tasting on my apple pie Apple pie, satisfy
Writer(s): Britney Spears, Tremaine Winfrey, Simon Smith, Carla Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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