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Dirty Secret
Here in this kinda bar,
You're the queen of the stage
Well, now baby you're a star.
You've got poise. You've got grace.
You've got some dangerous curves
And an exquisite face.
You're not too skinny, you're not Rubenesque
You're a drop-dead-gorgeous Angel of Burlesque
Ain't too many kick it like you do at your shows,
And when you aim to get wicked it's as plain on your face as your nose.
I can't wait til you take off your clothes.
You're my dirty secret, girl.
I can't imagine what people might say if they knew
My dirty secret, yeah.
But baby, just do what you like...
I love what you do.
It's a sin. I give in.
I wanna kiss every inch of your skin.
I don't mind payin' for your time
Cos though I'm blowin' my cash,
You're blowin' my mind.
If I had a different job, it wouldn't matter the least,
But unfortunately, I'm a Catholic Priest.
I should be out there, preachin' and fightin' the Beast...
But the only beast I can think of has two backs and involves you.
Okay, I'll admit, I'm in there, somewhere, too.
You're my dirty secret, girl.
I can't imagine what people might say if they knew
My dirty secret, yeah.
So baby, just do what you like
Cos I love what you do.
You're my dirty secret, girl.
I can't imagine what people might say if they knew
My dirty secret, yeah.
So baby, just do what you like
Cos I love what you do.
Oh, how I love what you do.