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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 Letras de canciones 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 From Letras Mania