Private Show lyrics - Britney Spears

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, centre of the lights

Tripping smiles ain't coming down

Take your seat now

Put on a private show

Pull the curtains until they close

I'll 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'll 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, centre of the lights

Tripping smiles ain't coming down

Take your seat now

Put on a private show

Pull the curtains until they close

I'll 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'll 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'll 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'll 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