(*) Prince
I guess you've heard of my reputationI've had my share of foolin' aroundBut everybody needs stimulationAnd mine just happens to be all over town
It's an easy-money occupationA first class psychiatryBut just once, I'd wanna make loveWithout taking off my clothesJust once, I wanna make love with somebodyWho really and truly knows
Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely tooAll my lovers need stimulationBut honey babe, I think that I need you
Maybe you're the kind of personThat could turn my world aroundWon't you gimme little inspirationMaybe that's what I need to make me settle down
It's an easy-money occupationBut honey one thing understandI've got more money than you could imagine in your wildest dreamsBut honey, money don't make no happy man
Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely tooAll my lovers need stimulationBut honey babe, I think that I need you
Just once, I wanna love without takin' off my clothesJust once, I wanna love with somebody who knowsThat I got more money than you could ever seeBut honey, money won't get me up off my knees
Gigolos get lonely tooAll my lovers need stimulationBut honey babe, I think that I need you
Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely tooAll my lovers need stimulationBut honey babe, I think that I need you
Whatcha gonna do, baby?Oh, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?Whatcha gonna do, baby?Oh, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Ah, do you think we could have dinner sometimes, baby?Well, how about to night, baby?
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