Just a gigolo, everywhere I go People know the part I'm playing; Paid for every dance, selling each romance Every night some heart be-tray-ing. There will come a day youth will pass away Then what will they say about me? When the end comes, I know, they'll say, "Just a gigolo" As life goes on without me.
Just a gigolo, everywhere I go People know the part I'm playing; Paid for every dance, selling each romance Every night some heart be-tray-ing. There will come a day youth will pass away Then what will they say about me? When the end comes, I know, they'll say, "Just a gigolo" As life goes on without me.
