Gigolo Lyrics - Kevin Coyne

I'm honest if I think I say, baby 

That I wouldn't lie for a day, no 

Oh, if I had, baby, if I had your money 

I don't believe I would steal, no no 

If I could smell, touch and feel, yes 

The crackling crispness, baby 

The evil newness of your money, money, money 

Of your money, money, money 

I know I never stoop so low, so low 

To lace your shoes, baby, lace your shoes 

And brush your clothes, no 

And wash your windows and make your plants grow 

If I had your money, oh money, lovely money, yes, alright 

Yeah, yeah come on 

But you, you make it all so very clear to me 

That you think, you think my postulations, dear oh 

But you keep on paying, baby 

And I keep on praying, baby, for your money, for your money 

I have a friend who tells me daily, yeah daily 

That you're a bitch, baby, and not a lady 

She says you're sour and I send her flowers 

With your money, with your money, oh yeah 

Oh, so beware and lock your strong room 

Before its existence makes you a tomb, oh, to die in baby 

That's dark and chilling, that holds your meanness 

Not your money, baby, not your money 

Baby, not your money, baby yes