She was my model I called her my idell And she took my under her wings Gichy Gichy.... Showed me how to dress Not so much to impress More like for success Yaw Yaw.... Money was game And they were all just the same We were all far from tame Da Da.... Down at the Rouge They were filled up on booze Had quarters to last them till five Gitchy Gitchy.... He walked up to me Put his hand on me knee And I said I'm not for free This is quality Yaw Yaw... Don't call me a fluzy, Immoral? Pu-lease! It's the money I want And maybe I flaunt Da Da.... -So be it-
Reason for writing:
A pretty popular song.
Birth sign: Gemini
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