Music Now the men come in these places In the middle of all the sign You don't look at their faces And you don't pass them in You don't think of him as human You don't think of him at all You keep your mind on the money Keeping your eyes on the wall I'm your flyer dancer A dancer for money Do what you want me to do I'm your flyer dancer A dancer for money Any old people say, Swim, do you? I wanna make a million dollars I don't wanna live by the sea Have a husband and some children Yeah, I could solve a problem here I wanna be a million days pregnant, says and the piano, all the same. You don't look at their faces, and you know that's family. Like your private dance, a dance of honor. Do what you want me to do. Like your private dance, a dance of honor.