Gigolo - Hazel O'Connor

There he goes now walking down the street

Well decked out from his head to his feet

Women meet him, women find him oh so sweet

But stop, beware, that man don’t care

When you need, when you bleed that man don’t care

He’s just a gigolo-o-o

A gigolo-o-o, a gigolo

Oh how he wears such a thin disguise

Look a little closer unmask his eyes

See right through him see oozing with lies

He’s just a gigolo-o-o

A gigolo-o-o, a gigolo