Buffalo Stance (Electro Ski Mix)

Gigolo Tell me about it Hmm, oh, yeah DJ

Who's that gigolo on the street? With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed At the boys from home, they all came running They were making noise, manhandling toys That's the girls on the block with the nasty girls Wearing padded bras, sucking beers through straws Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?

Gigolo, huh, sucker Gigolo, gigolo, huh, sucker Gigolo

Who's looking good today? Who's looking good in every way? No style rookie You better watch, don't mess with me

No money, man, could win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love, baby, not romance I'll make a move, nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me

Get funky Yeah, Timmy

You say you wanted money, but you know it's never funny When your shows worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy But you had to have style, get a gold tooth smile Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile Committed a crime and went inside It was coming your way, but you had to survive When you lost your babe, you lost the race Now you're looking at me to take her place

Who's looking good today? Who's looking good in every way? No style rookie You better watch, don't mess with me

No money man could win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love, baby, not romance I'll make a move, nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me

Smoking Not coking Get funky, sax Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch Looking good in a Buffalo Stance

Looking good when it comes to the crunch Looking good's a state of my mind State of mind, don't look behind you State of mind or you'll be dead State of mind, may I remind you Bomb the bass, rock this place

What is he like? What's he like anyway? Yo, man, what do you expect? The guy's a gigolo man You know I mean?

No money, man, can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love, baby, not romance I'll make a move, nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me

Wind on my face, sound in my ears Water from my eyes, and you on my mind As I sink, diving down deep, deeper into your soul

No money, man, can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of No money, man, can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of No money, man, can win my love No money, man, can win my love