Private Show
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Britney Spears, Tremaine Winfrey, Simon Smith, Carla Williams
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman (Snakehips Remix)
- My Only Wish (This Year) [Sped + Slowed]
- My Only Wish (This Year) [Instrumental + Karaoke]
- Glory (Deluxe)
- Swimming In The Stars
- Mood Ring (By Demand) [Remixes]
- Glory : Japan Tour Edition
- Slumber Party feat. Tinashe (Remix EP) (feat. Tinashe)
- Slumber Party (feat. Tinashe) [Remixes] - EP
- Glory (Deluxe Version)
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