I got class, I got style, You're in love, you want me to stay for a while I will be the man by your side, "Mister Right". Got no heart, got no soul, It's so cold, I'll let you think that you're in control It's a game you just can't win, you can't win, just remember:
I'm no Romeo, I'm no Romeo Just a gigo-gigolo, gigo-gigolo Cause it's nothing but a game, nothing but a game I'll leave you cryin' in the rain, cryin' in the rain I'm no Romeo, I'm no Romeo I'm just a gigolo, I'm no Romeo I'll leave you cryin' in the rain, cryin' in the rain
When we're close, is it true? Is it love? Your every wish is my command And you want to think that it's real Oh so real, but don't forget that: