"Lonely Gigolo"

"There's a hole in my head where people can get in
and if it's closed there'll be no one in.
Only the thin confused man, silent companion,
with no eyes and no hands.

The confused man grabbed a taxi to the amusement park
and he saw the carousels and sugar mountains,
flashing lights with smiley eyes.
He saw a girl he thought was gentleness itself
and dreamed about a sweet lifetime, for a second, from a distance.

But he didn't make no poems, nor he sing in the rain,
no joyful trip to Paris in The Romantic Train.
There were closets in his heart for these unfulfilled dreams
and they were kept closed in the dark for the life not to bother him.

He was no sad poet, he just didn't know were to go,
drawing broken hearts in stars like a lonely gigolo.

Well, but, the lonely gigolo said to himself
"I've still got my sweet lifetime!".
And he sings along the road:
"I've got my sweet, sweet, sweet lifetime.
And it's mine! All Mine!!!"