Come on, Gigolo, come get dressed up
Your wife's daughters are mature
Come on, Gigolo, no one will take you anymore
You're much too strong
To be a loser
It drives you into the night
You need the big city melody
Your hair is ice gray
But the night wind makes you fresher than ever
You have in all these years
Your sensuality is preserved
No lack of feeling
Charming,Cool,Smart,Apart
Come on, Gigolo...
Your heart - a wild horse
Still jumping like Once
From dream to dream

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN