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gennaio 14, 2007

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Was in a Paris cafe that first I found him
He was a Frenchman, a hero of the war
But war was over
And here’s how peace had crowned him
A few cheap medals to wear and nothing more
Now every night in the same cafe he shows up
And as he strolls by ladies hear him say
If you admire me, hire me
A gigolo who knew a better day

Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
People know the part I’m playing
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Every night some heart betraying
There will come a day
Youth will pass away
Then what will they say about me
When the end comes I know
They’ll say just a gigolo
As life goes on without me

Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
People know the part I’m playing
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Every night some heart betraying
There will come a day
Youth will pass away
Then what will they say about me
When the end comes I know
They’ll say just a gigolo
As life goes on without me

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  1. Laura
    gennaio 14, 2007 alle 10:00 pm

    LOL!!!..cmq il merito è anche della fotografa!😉

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