Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
I guess you've heard of my reputation
I've had my share of foolin' around
But everybody needs stimulation
And mine just happens to be all over townIt's an easy-money occupation
A first class psychiatry
But just once, I'd wanna make love
Without taking off my clothes
Just once, I wanna make love with somebody
Who really and truly knowsContrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need youMaybe you're the kind of person
That could turn my world around
Won't you gimme little inspiration
Maybe that's what I need to make me settle downIt's an easy-money occupation
But honey one thing understand
I've got more money than you could imagine in your wildest dreams
But honey, money don't make no happy manContrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need youJust once, I wanna love without takin' off my clothes
Just once, I wanna love with somebody who knows
That I got more money than you could ever see
But honey, money won't get me up off my kneesGigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need youContrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need youWhatcha 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?