i should like you all to know i m a famous gigolo and of lavender my nature s got just a dash in it as i m slightly undersexed you will always find me next to some dowager who s wealthy rather than passionate go to one of those night club places and you ll find me stretching my braces pushing ladies with lifted faces round the floor but i must confess to you there are moments when i m blue and i ask myself whatever i do it for i m a flower that blooms in the winter sinking deeper and deeper in snow i m a baby who has no mother but jazz i m a gigolo ev ry morning when labor is over to my sweet scented lodgings i go take the glass from the shelf and look at myself i m a gigolo i get stocks and bonds from faded blondes ev ry twenty fifth of december still i m just a pet that men forget and only tailors remember yet when i see the way all the ladies treat their husbands who put up the dough you cannot think me odd if then i thank god i m a gigolo
['tin pan alley']