Gentleman

Can I tell you about a man on Albian Street?

By nature this man is very mean

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 around the kitchen

Piroutte pulls me to him

And bends me like a flower in the sun

And when he goes I'm gonna miss him

And I'm staring at the ceiling

And I keep on coming down, I'm coming down

And can I tell you about 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 around

I keep on spinning 'round

When I get so high

And I keep on coming down

Oh he's a gentleman

He's a gentleman that's for sure

Oh when he spins me around the kitchen

Piroutte pulls me to him

And bends me like a flower in the sun

And when he goes I'm gonna miss him

And I'm staring at the ceiling

And I keep on coming down, I'm coming down

So shut the door and call the station

Go and tell them that we're missing

While we're dancing in our private world

When he's spinning me 'round

He's a gentleman that's for sure

He's my gentleman

He's my gentleman

Oh, oh, oh

He's me gentleman

Ohhh

He's my gentleman