Lonely gigolo

There's a hole in you hand
where people can get in
and if it's closed
there'll be no one in.

Only the thin confused man,
silent companion, with no eyes
and no hands.

The confused man grabbed a taxi to the amusement park
and he saw the carousels and sugar mountains,
flashing lights with smiley eyes.

He saw a girl he thougt was genteleness itself
and dreamed about a sweet lifetime,
for a second, from a distance.

lonely lonely lonely lonely gigolo
lonely lonely lonely lonely gigolo
lonely lonely lonely lonely gigolo
lonely lonely lonely lonely gigolo

But he didn't make poems,
nor sing in the rain,
no joyful trip to Paris
on The Romantic Train.

There were closets in his heart
for these unfulfilled dreams
and they were kept closed in the dark
for life not to bother him.

He was no sad poet, he just didn't know were to go,
drawing broken hearts in the stars like a lonely gigolo.

He was no sad poet, he just didn't know were to go,
drawing broken hearts in the stars like a lonely gigolo.

lonely lonely lonely lonely gigolo
lonely lonely lonely lonely gigolo
lonely lonely lonely lonely gigolo
lonely lonely lonely lonely gigolo

Well, but, the lonely gigolo said to himself
"I still fot my sweet lifetime!".
And he sings along the road:
"I've got my sweet, sweet lifetime.
I've got my sweet, sweet lifetime.
I've got my sweet, sweet lifetime.

and it's mine mine mine mine
mine mine mine mine

I've got my sweet, sweet lifetime.
I've got my sweet, sweet lifetime.
I've got my sweet, sweet lifetime.
and it's mine mine mine mine
It's all my sweet, my sweet lifetime
It's all my sweet, my sweet lifetime
It's all my sweet,
And it's mine! All Mine!!!"