They sat through the nightnIn an empty apartmentnThree older gentlemen came insidenAnd they brought wine and cards and chocolatenAnd Joey smoked on a cigar and came back innSo you think he's something special do you mean?nnHe is no onenHe is a stranger I met on the streetnnHe stared through hard, cold insolent eyesnTurned his gaze with hernFear hidden quite secure under blank featuresnProtruding middle she sat unashamednShe read his judgment on his concerned facenWith slight sarcasm he addressed her casenIs it too much to ask to know about your lover's name?nnHe is no onenHe is a stranger I met on the streetnHe never touched menYou're all I neednAnd will ever neednnBut his eyes won't be almond like yours nor blue like minenWith all the sins of the world in the irisnThere's no false bloodnBut you will love himnHe's from Gold GardensnOur help before Atlas was ever born, alrightnnHe is no onenHe is no onenStranger I met on the streetnHe never touched menYou're all I neednAnd will ever neednnHe is no onenHe is no onenStranger I met on the streetnnThey sat through the night