You Don't Have To Be A Prostitute

Oooohooooh It's a cold night, beneath the street light, there's a man whose pants are too tight Oh no, his pants are too tight (My pants are too tight) He stands there, an empty stare, trying to make enough money for his cab fare home He'll have to walk home tonight) (Don't have enough for the ride The streets are cruel, he tries to act cool, he goes to work with only his one tool You can put away your tool, Jemaine You don't have to be, a prostitute No no no no no You can say no, to being a man ho A male gigolo You don't have to be, a prostitute No no no no no You can say no to being a night looker, boy hooker, rent boy, bro, ho He can't see his way out (I cannot see my way out) He can't see his way out (Male prostitution seems to be my only option) He can't see his way out (I cannot see my way out) He can't see his way out No, no, no, no, no He sends cheap thrills, to pay expensive bills But check your résumé, you must have some other skills Do you have any other skills? Like typing? They see him, want him to please them, want him to play them, but they don't even pay him Oh no, they don't think he's worth it at all Don't think I know when, he tries to bring them home, maybe that would be a way if he lived alone Oh, you have a roommate Jemaine, don't bring them home You don't have to be, a prostitute No no no no no You can say no, to being a man ho A male gigolo You don't have to be, a prostitute No no no no no You can say no to being a night looker, boy hooker, rent boy, bro, ho