If I were a gigolo
I'd strive to be the best
not like Richard Gere
I'd have hair upon my chest
The ladies will call
I'll service all their needs
doing so, enthused
and doing so, sans seeds
I'd do credit cards and cash
but not any guys or dudes
building up my money stash
bachelorette parties, in the nude
Of fame, fortune, and acclaim
I'll construct my feminine clientele
pleasing, teasing, and squeezing
things I'm known to do, so very, fucking well