Текст песни Gigolo - Kevin Coyne

Gigolo

I’m honest if I think I say, baby\nThat I wouldn’t lie for a day, no\nOh, if I had, baby, if I had your money\nI don’t believe I would steal, no no\nIf I could smell, touch and feel, yes\nThe crackling crispness, baby\nThe evil newness of your money, money, money\nOf your money, money, money\nI know I never stoop so low, so low\nTo lace your shoes, baby, lace your shoes\nAnd brush your clothes, no\nAnd wash your windows and make your plants grow\nIf I had your money, oh money, lovely money, yes, alright\nYeah, yeah come on\nBut you, you make it all so very clear to me\nThat you think, you think my postulations, dear oh\nBut you keep on paying, baby\nAnd I keep on praying, baby, for your money, for your money\nI have a friend who tells me daily, yeah daily\nThat you’re a bitch, baby, and not a lady\nShe says you’re sour and I send her flowers\nWith your money, with your money, oh yeah\nOh, so beware and lock your strong room\nBefore its existence makes you a tomb, oh, to die in baby\nThat’s dark and chilling, that holds your meanness\nNot your money, baby, not your money\nBaby, not your money, baby yes