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)