I know a boy who cuts his own hair Iron his pants and pulls out the chair for me He will always have time of day He insists he has no middle name All the time, so we gave him one ourselves So he would never be mistaken with anyone else
Was it whiskey, was it water Why don't you?
Still I remember the night we baptised the gentleman. The one who opens the door, opens the door for me (x4)
Always selfconscious about what he wears Needs his father to show that he cares Table manners but he's always flirting He rather keeps quiet than show that he's hurting
We used to rip him off, we even wrote a song It doesn't seem right anymore now that he is gone The words were to crass, and the chords were too strong. I wore my lipstick and perfume To write the gentleman's song
The one who opens the door, opens the door for me (x4)
His love is like a flower Love is the train Love is the desire We're trying to stick in each refrain Love goes next to peace but love is stuck in pain You better take a little time Go drink a little wine
He's a friend of mine We had our good and bad times Yes he knows the sun will shine on him If his heart is kind But girl is looking out even if your love is blind Make you nervous when you meet them You can see it in his eyes
This one who'll open the door, open the door for me (x4)
Aiiii.... He's a gentleman Aiiii.... With two blistered hands Aiiii.... Crying yes I am Aiiii.... Aiiii....
Aiiii.... Lead this gypsey band Aiiii.... All across the land Aiiii.... Have no 5 year plan Aiiii.... Aiiii.... Aiiii....
The one who opens the door, opens the door for me (x4)