'Twas in a Paris cafe at 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
Of which he'd 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

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