Just a Gigolo
Echoes of a War Hero's Melancholy Journey: Just a Gigolo
Lyrics
Was in a Paris cafe that first I found him
Discovery of the person in a Parisian café
He was a Frenchman, a hero of the war
The man was French, hailed as a hero from the war
But war was over
Indication that the war had ended
And here's how peace had crowned him
Peace had bestowed a modest status on him
A few cheap medals to wear and nothing more
Received minimal recognition for his wartime efforts
Now every night in the same cafe he shows up
He frequents the same café nightly
And as he strolls by ladies hear him say
He makes a statement as he passes women
If you admire me, hire me
Offering himself for hire, acknowledging a better past
A gigolo who knew a better day
Identifies himself as a gigolo with past prosperity
Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
He’s simply a gigolo, recognized everywhere
People know the part I'm playing
Public is aware of the role he's playing
Paid for every dance
He's paid for each dance he engages in
Selling each romance
Monetizing every romantic encounter
Every night some heart betraying
Contributes to heartbreak every night
There will come a day
Recognition that youth fades eventually
Youth will pass away
Reflection on the passing of youth
Then what will they say about me
Questioning what his legacy will be
When the end comes I know
Predicts a posthumous label of just being a gigolo
They'll say just a gigolo
Anticipates being remembered as a gigolo after death
As life goes on without me
Life continuing after his departure
Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
Repeated acknowledgment of being a gigolo
People know the part I'm playing
Reiteration of public awareness about his role
Paid for every dance
Continued payment for dancing engagements
Selling each romance
Continued commercialization of romance
Every night some heart betraying
Contributing to heartbreak regularly
There will come a day
Reflection on the transience of youth
Youth will pass away
Reiteration of youth’s fleeting nature
Then what will they say about me
Concern about posthumous perception
When the end comes I know
Anticipation of being remembered as just a gigolo after death
They'll say just a gigolo
Expectation of life continuing without his presence
As life goes on without me
Expectation of being remembered as a gigolo after death
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