No one knows me in this place

Never heard my name, they've never seen my face

No one's walking the street outside

It's late, it's raining, it's Tuesday night



Spanish girls clap quickly

And their bodies turn slowly

And their heels go

tap, tap, tap tap, tap on the floor

And the barman he ignores me

He won't stop his conversation

With the poster of his hero on the door



And the young girls smile sweetly

And they cross their legs discretely

And pretend to be much older than they are

Well me, I can't stop staring

At their breasts and at what they are wearing

And at the mirror they are facing at the bar



And I want you, I want you from afar

I want you the way I want a Vibra-slim guitar 

Yes I want you



Let me stand in your hallway light

It's late, it's raining, it's Tuesday night



Why does my glass keep disappearing

Why have I lost all sense of hearing

Why do I wonder if I ever really had a friend

Let me revel in the madness

Let me aggravate my sadness

Is there a heart that I can break

Or one that I can mend

How about you?



Did he swear he'd never leave you

Did he promise he'd never deceive you

And now does he ever speak your name

Do you recognise your sorrow

In my eyes look out, by tomorrow

You'll regret having been taken in again



And I want you, I want you from afar

I want you the way I want a Vibra-slim guitar

Yes I want you

Let me stand in your hallway light

It's late, it's raining, it's Tuesday night