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Who's that gigolo on the street |
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With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet |
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Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed? |
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At the boys from home, they all came running |
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They were making noise, manhandling toys |
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That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls |
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Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws |
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Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours? |
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Gigolo, huh, sukka? |
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Gigolo, gigolo, huh, sukka? |
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Who's looking good today? |
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Who's looking good in every way? |
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No style rookie |
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You better watch don't mess with me |
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No money man can win my love |
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It's sweetness that I'm thinking of |
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We always hang in a Buffalo Stance |
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We do the dive every time we dance |
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I'll give you love, baby, not romance |
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I'll make a move nothing left to chance |
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So don't you get fresh with me |
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Get funky, yeah, Timmy |
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Tell it like it is, check out this DJ |
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So you say, you wanted money |
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But you know it's never funny |
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When your shoes worn through |
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And there's a rumble in your tummy |
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But you had to have style, get a gold tooth smile |
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Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile |
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Committed a crime and went inside |
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It was coming your way but you had to survive |
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When you lost your babe, you lost the race |
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Now you're looking at me to take her place |
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Who's looking good today? |
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Who's looking good in every way? |
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No style rookie |
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You better watch don't mess with me |
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Smokin' not cokin' get funky sax |
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Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch |
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Looking good in a Buffalo Stance |
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Looking good when it comes to the crunch |
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Looking good's a state of mind |
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State of mind don't look behind you |
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State of mind or you'll be dead |
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State of mind may I remind you |
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Bomb the Bass, rock this place |
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What is he like? What's he like anyway? |
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Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a gigolo man |
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You know I mean? |
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No money man can win my love |
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It's sweetness that I'm thinking of. |
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We always hang in a Buffalo Stance |
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We do the dive every time we dance |
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I'll give you love, baby, not romance |
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I'll make a move nothing left to chance |
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So don't you get fresh with me |
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No money man can win my love |
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It's sweetness that I'm thinking of. |
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We always hang in a Buffalo Stance |
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We do the dive every time we dance |
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I'll give you love, baby, not romance |
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I'll make a move nothing left to chance |
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So don't you get fresh with me |
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Wind on my face, sound in my ears |
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Water from my eyes and you on my mind |
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As I sink diving down deep, deeper into your soul |
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No money man can win my love |
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It's sweetness that I'm thinking of. |
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We always hang in a Buffalo Stance |
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We do the dive every time we dance |
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I'll give you love, baby, not romance |
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I'll make a move nothing left to chance |
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So don't you get fresh with me |
