I’m a Gigolo Cole Porter

I should like you all to know
I'm a famous gigolo
And of lavender, my nature's got just a dash in it
As I'm slightly undersexed
You will always find me next
To some dowager who's wealthy rather than passionate
Go to one of those night club places
And you'll find me stretching my braces
Pushing ladies with lifted faces 'round the floor
But I must confess to you
There are moments when I'm blue
And I ask myself whatever I do it for

I'm a flower that blooms in the winter
Sinking deeper and deeper in snow
I'm a baby who has
No mother but jazz
I'm a gigolo
Ev'ry morning, when labor is over
To my sweet-scented lodgings I go
Take the glass from the shelf
And look at myself
I'm a gigolo
I get stocks and bonds
From faded blondes
Ev'ry twenty-fifth of December
Still I'm just a pet
That men forget
And only tailors remember
Yet when I see the way all the ladies
Treat their husbands who put up the dough
You cannot think me odd
If then I thank God
I'm a gigolo