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Morris Day
Morris Day
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morris Day
Morris Day
Composer
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Morris Day
Morris Day
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Letra

I guess you've heard of my reputation
I've had my share of foolin' around
But everybody needs stimulation (yeah)
And mine just happens to be all over town
But it's an easy money occupation
A first-class psychiatry
But just once, I'd wanna make love
Without takin' off my clothes
But just once, I wanna make love
With somebody who really and truly knows
Contrary to rumor
Gigolos get lonely too (LA, y'all sing the song)
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey, babe (honey, babe)
I think that I need you
Well, maybe you're the kind of person
That could turn my world around, 'round, ooh
Won't you gimme little inspiration?
Well, maybe that's what I need to make me settle down
But it's an easy-money occupation
But honey, one thing understand
I've got more money than you could imagine
In your wildest dreams
But honey, money don't make no happy man
You see, contrary to rumor
Gigolos they get lonely too
All of my lovers need stimulation
But honey, babe (honey, babe)
I think that I need you
Ah
Just once, I wanna love without takin' off my clothes
Just once, I wanna love with somebody who knows
That I got more money than you could ever see
But honey, money won't get me up off my knees, knees, knees
Gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation, ah
But honey, babe (honey, babe)
I think that I need you
Contrary to rumor
I say gigolos they get lonely too, yeah
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey, babe (honey, babe)
I think that I need you
Oh, what you're gonna do, baby?
Oh, a-tell me what you're gonna do?
Hey, yes, what you're gonna do, baby
Written by: Morris Day
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