I've been writing love poems
While you've been kicking dirt in my eye
Ironing your shirt and towel
You've been busy telling me lies

Told me you've been out all night
Drinking in a bar with the guys
Then I start to wonder 'cause
You don't exactly smoke old spice

Gigolo (that boy stinks of money)
Gigolo (that boy makes a lot of dough)

You know I wanna be with you every single night and day
Yes, I wanna be with you in every single possible way
If I just get you over here I know I can make you stay
I bet you'll fall so hard for me that I don't even have to pay

Gigolo (that boy stinks of money)
Gigolo (that boy makes a lot of dough)
Gigolo (that boy stinks of money)
Gigolo (that boy makes a lot of dough)
Gigolo (that boy stinks of money)
Gigolo (that boy makes a lot of dough)