'Twas in a Paris cafe where first I found him He was a Frenchman, a hero of the war But war was over, and here that piece that crowned him He had medals to wear and nothing more Every night in the same cafe he strove by And as he strove by, ladies hear him say "If you admire me, hire me, A gigolo who knew a better day, oh" Just a gigolo Everywhere I go, ho ho ho People know the part I'm playing, ha Why, I paid for every dance Selling each romance Every night some heart Betraying Look here! There will come a day Youth will pass away Then, 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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