Can I tell you about a man on Albion Street? By nature this man is very neat He owns a row of houses With matching beds and flowers He tells me that he loves me in his sleep Oh when I wind him up he goes and goes Well he's a real man's man And a poet behind closed doors Oh well he's a gentleman He's a gentleman that's for sure Oh when he spins me round the kitchen Pirouette pulls me to him and I'm Bending like a flower in the sun And when he goes I'm gonna miss him And I'm staring at the ceiling And I keep on coming down, I'm coming down Can I tell you about a man that doesn't say much Doesn't speak with his words But he speaks with his touch Oh and when he spins me round I keep on spinning round When I get so high and I keep on coming down Oh he's a gentleman He's a gentleman that's for sure Oh when he spins me round the kitchen Pirouette pulls me to him and I'm Bending like a flower in the sun And when he goes I'm gonna miss him And I'm staring at the ceiling And I keep on coming down, I'm coming down So shut the door and call the station Go and tell them that we're missing While we're dancing in our private world When he's spinning me round He's a gentleman that's for sure He's my gentleman He's my gentleman Oh, oh, oh He's me gentleman Ohhh... He's my gentleman