Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets
And his crocodile feet
Hanging off the curb
Looking all disturbed
At the boys from home
They all came running
They were making noise
Manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block
With the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras
Sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers
Where did you get yours

Gigolo, huh, sucka
Gigolo, gigolo, huh, sucka

Who's looking good today
Who's looking good in every way
No style rookie
You better watch
Don't mess with me

No money man could win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a buffalo stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me

Get funky, yeah, Timmy

So you say you wanted money
But you know it's never funny
When your shoes worn through
And there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style
Get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner
So you can make a pile
Committed a crime
And went inside
It was coming your way
But you had to survive
When you lost your babe
You lost the race
Now you're looking at me
To take her place

Who's looking good today
Who's looking good in every way
No style rookie
You better watch
Don't mess with me

No money man could win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a buffalo stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me

Smoking, not coking
Get funky, sax

Looking good
Hanging with the wild bunch
Looking good in a buffalo stance
Looking good
When it comes to the crunch
Looking good's a state of mind
State of mind don't look behind you
State of mind or you'll be dead
State of mind may I remind you
Bomb the bass, rock this place

What is he like
What's he like anway

Yo, man
What do you expect
The guy's a gigolo, man
You know I mean

No money man could win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a buffalo stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me

No money man could win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
No money man could win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

We always hang in a buffalo stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me

Wind on my face
Sound in my ears
Water from my eyes
And you on my mind
As I sink, diving down deep
Deeper into your soul

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No money man could win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
No money man could win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of

No money man could win my love
No money man could win my love
No money man could win my love
No money man could win my love
No money man