Gigolo

I've been writing love poems While you've been kicking dirt in my eye Ironing your shirt and towel You've been busy telling me lies Told me you've been out all night Drinking in a bar with the guys Then I start to wonder 'cause You don't exactly smoke Old Spice Gigolo (That boy stinks of money) Gigolo (That boy makes a lot of dough) You know I wanna be with you every single night and day Yes, I wanna be with you in every single possible way If I just get you over here I know I can make you stay I bet you'll fall so hard for me that I don't even have to pay Gigolo (That boy stinks of money) Gigolo (That boy makes a lot of dough) Gigolo (That boy stinks of money) Gigolo (That boy makes a lot of dough) Gigolo (That boy stinks of money) Gigolo (That boy makes a lot of dough)