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.