It's a cold night   Beneath the street lights   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, Jermaine      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 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's selling cheap thrills   To pay expensive bills   But check your resume   You must have some other skills   Do you have any other skills   Like typing?      They see him, wanting to please them   Wanting to play him   But they don't even pay him   Oh no, no   They don't think he's worth it at all      Though they are no one   He tries to bring them home   Maybe it'd be okay if he lived alone   Ooh, you have a roommate, Jermaine   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 pro