| I guess you’ve heard of my reputation
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| I’ve had my share of foolin' around
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| But everybody needs stimulation
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| And mine just happens to be all over town
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| It’s an easy-money occupation, first-class psychiatry
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| But just once, I wanna make love without taking off my clothes
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| Just once, I wanna make love with somebody who really and truly knows:
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| Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
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| All my lovers need stimulation
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| But honey babe, I think that I need you
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| Maybe you’re the kind of person
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| That could turn my world around
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| Oh, won’t you gimme little inspiration
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| Maybe that’s what I need to make me settle down
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| It’s an easy-money occupation
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| But honey, one thing, understand
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| I’ve got more money than you could imagine in your wildest dreams
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| But honey, money don’t make no happiness
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| Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
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| All my lovers need stimulation
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| Ah, but honey babe, I think that I need you
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| Just once I wanna love without taking off my clothes
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| Just once I wanna love with somebody who knows
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| That I got more money than you could ever see
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| But honey, money won’t get me up off of my knees
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| Gigolos get lonely too
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| All my lovers need stimulation
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| But honey babe (Honey babe), I think that I need you
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| Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
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| All my lovers need stimulation
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| But honey babe (Honey babe), I think that I need you
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| Whatcha gonna do, baby?
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| Oh, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
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| Hey, yeah, whatcha gonna do, baby?
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| Ah, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
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| Do you think we could have dinner sometime, baby?
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| Well, how about to night?
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| Baby? |