歌词语境宇宙
Who's that gigolo on the street?With his hands in his
pockets and his crocodile feetHanging off the curb
looking all disturbedAt the boys from home They all came
Who's that gigolo on the street?With his hands in his
pockets and his crocodile feetHanging off the curb
looking all disturbedAt the boys from home They all came