The life and loves of a bunch of backpackers, friends and rats in Auckland

Monday, July 07, 2003

And so to begin...

Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
people know the part I'm playing.
Paid for every dance, selling each romance,
every night some heart betraying.
There will come a day, youth will pass away,
then what will they say about me?
When the end comes, I know,
they'll say "Just a gigolo",
As life goes goes on without me.

God bless Chester the mechanical Hamster, and Candice for bringing him into our lives.

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