Who's that gigolo on the street With his hands in his pocket An his crocodile feet Hangin' off the curb Lookin' all disturbed As the boys from home They all came runnin' They were makin' noise Manhandling toys That's the girls on the block With the nasty curls Wearing padded bras Suckin' beers through straws Dropping down their draws Where did you get yours ? Who's lookin' good today Who's lookin' good in every way No style rookie You better watch don't mess with me No money man can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinkin' of We always hang in a buffalo stance We do the dive everytime we dance I'll give you love baby not romance I'll make a move nothin left to chance So don't you get fresh with me So you say you wanted money But you know it's never funny When your shoes worn through And there's a rumble in your tummy But you had to have style Get a gold tooth smile Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile Committed a crime and went inside It was coming your way But you had to survive When you lost your babe You lost the race Now you're lookin' at me to take her place Lookin' good hanging with the wild bunch Lookin' good in a buffalo stance Lookin' good when it comes to the crunch Lookin' good's a state of mind State of mind don't look behind you State of mind or you'll be dead State of mind may I remind you Bomb the base, rock this place Wind on my face, sound in my ears Water from my eyes and you on my mind As I sink, divin' down deep Deaper into your soul.