If I am born again, you do me the pleasure of making me understand 
everything you need to know about sex 
avoiding making me appear so unprepared 
in case you have to face a meeting. 
Earn the esteem and respect of those who want to forcefully ascertain 
if mine is just a deception 
with practice and training I could demonstrate talent 
and in the meantime surprise the world 

Trust me, that if I am born again you will not complain, I will not disappoint you 
giving pleasure is like a mission 
being able to do it well is a satisfaction 

No fees, no fees, no invoice I ask you 
no tips 
it is already so noble to instill serenity in people you think 
nothing nothing 

Ruthless competitors, it's hard to assert yourself 
for weights and measures it takes rigor 
satisfied, however, it is not easy, no, 
in addition to the senses, there is the detail of the heart to contemplate. 
And that he knows how to bring blood to the brain, 
in the absence of that even the shoulder sex! 
The ascent is also required, 
without adrenaline it is not said that the spring is triggered! 

Too much frenzy, competitiveness, 
hormone trafficking, zero sensuality,

lost foreplay, another philosophy 
always poor scores 
what a figure, my mother! 

I would like to find those dreamy eyes 
the shyness that enchants counts, counts 
and don't compete forgetting that 
the only goal I have is to love, to love 

And here the gigolo disappears 
its time has also passed, I'll tell you 
Beautiful and fragile women, endless nights 
Follow your instincts, gigolo 
I will remember you! 

The last gigolo, the last stunt 
he said "I do what I want with this skin of mine, 
even give it away, cover those who will be cold. " 
We are all whores 
a little less romantic 
hold on, gigolo, 
be strong and proud 
that without loving one dies. 
Word of Zero!