I stood and hung on an inner space, when suddenly I saw a beautiful lady.
It was so obvious in her face, what it was she wanted to have with me.
She was soft and drinking and in a quiet place, it was as if time stood still.
It was a prelude to our night romance, that's how it's supposed to be.
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, I'm having a good time.
Gigolo, what's up with me?
She took my hand and when I asked where, I knew what she wanted to have.
We took a cab to her place, and the night ended as it stood.
But the night made me so full of hate, against everything I did, everything I said.
She said everything was so wonderful, I felt shame within me.
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, what's up with me?
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, what's up with me?
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, what's up with me?
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, what's up with me?
Gigolo, I'm a gigolo.
Gigolo, what's up with me?