Gentleman

Can I tell you 'bout a man on Albion Street?

By nature this man is very neat

He owns a row of houses with matching beds of flowers

He tells me that he loves me in his sleep

Oh, when I wind him up, he goes and goes

Well, he's a real man's man and a poet behind closed doors

Oh, well, he's a gentleman, he's a gentleman, that's for sure

Oh, when he spins me round the kitchen, pirouette

Pulls me to him and I'm bendin' like a flower in the sun

And when he goes, I'm gonna miss him

But I'm starin' at the ceiling and I keep on comin' down

I'm comin' down

Can I tell you 'bout a man that doesn't say much?

Doesn't speak with his words but he speaks with his touch

Oh, and when he spins me round, I  keep on spinnin' round

Well, I get so high and I keep on comin' down

Oh, he's a gentleman, he's a gentleman, that's for sure

Oh, when he spins me round the kitchen, pirouette

Pulls me to him and I'm bendin' like a flower in the sun

Oh, and when he goes, I'm gonna miss him

And I'm starin' at the ceiling and I keep on comin' down

I'm comin' down

So shut the door and call the station door

Till the night went missing

While we're dancing in our private world

And he's spinnin' me round, he's a gentleman, that's for sure

Oh, he's my gentleman, ooh, ooh

He's my gentleman, oh, whoa

He's my gentleman, ooh

He's my gentleman, mmm