No one knows me in this placenNever heard my name, they've never seen my facenNo one's walking the street outsidenIt's late, it's raining, it's Tuesday nightnnSpanish girls clap quicklynAnd their bodies turn slowlynAnd their heels gontap, tap, tap tap, tap on the floornAnd the barman he ignores menHe won't stop his conversationnWith the poster of his hero on the doornnAnd the young girls smile sweetlynAnd they cross their legs discretelynAnd pretend to be much older than they arenWell me, I can't stop staringnAt their breasts and at what they are wearingnAnd at the mirror they are facing at the barnnAnd I want you, I want you from afarnI want you the way I want a Vibra-slim guitar nYes I want younnLet me stand in your hallway lightnIt's late, it's raining, it's Tuesday nightnnWhy does my glass keep disappearingnWhy have I lost all sense of hearingnWhy do I wonder if I ever really had a friendnLet me revel in the madnessnLet me aggravate my sadnessnIs there a heart that I can breaknOr one that I can mendnHow about you?nnDid he swear he'd never leave younDid he promise he'd never deceive younAnd now does he ever speak your namenDo you recognise your sorrownIn my eyes look out, by tomorrownYou'll regret having been taken in againnnAnd I want you, I want you from afarnI want you the way I want a Vibra-slim guitarnYes I want younLet me stand in your hallway lightnIt's late, it's raining, it's Tuesday nightn