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It's a cold night beneath the street lights |
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There's a man whose pants are too tight |
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Oh no, his pants are too tight |
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My pants are too tight |
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He stands there, an empty stare |
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Tryin' to make enough money for his cab fare home |
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He'll have to walk home tonight |
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Don't have enough for the ride |
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The streets are cruel, he doesn't act cool |
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He goes to work with only his one tool |
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You can put away your tool |
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Jemaine... |
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You don't have to be a prostitute (no, no, no, no) |
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You can say no to being a man-ho - a male gigolo! |
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You don't have to be a prostitute (no, no, no, no) |
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You can say no to being night-looker, |
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boy-hooker, rent boy, bro-ho |
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He can't see his way out |
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I cannot see my way out |
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He can't see his way out |
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Male prostitution seems to be my only option |
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He can't see his way out |
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I cannot see my way out |
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He can't see his way out |
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No, no, no, no! |
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He's selling cheap thrills to pay expensive bills |
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But check your resume, |
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you must have some other skills |
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Do you have any other skills? |
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Like typing! |
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They see him, want him to please them |
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Want him to play them but they don't even pay him |
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Oh no, they don't think he's worth it at all... |
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Though they are no one, he tries to bring them home |
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Maybe it'd be okay if he lived alone |
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You have a roommate, Jemaine |
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Don't bring them home! |
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You don't have to be a prostitute (no, no, no, no) |
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You can say no to being a man-ho - a male gigolo! |
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You don't have to be a prostitute (no, no, no, no) |
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You can say no to being night-looker, |
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boy-hooker, rent boy, bro-ho |
