Sing my soul from a stool in the corner, love her from afar,
Face is brighter than the face of an angel from the shadows of this bar,
Like a diamond on a black piece of velvet, dancing in the coloured lights,
She's a beacon to the bums, and the sailors, and the creatures of the night.
She's anybody's girl,
She's anybody's girl,
She's anybody's girlfriend, I know,
But I can't have her.
Raphael could have etched her features, Leonardo as well,
She's got a smile like the Mona Lisa, like there's some secret she can't tell,
Angels dancing on the head of a pin, yeah – she's a mystery to me,
She stands before me like Venus on a half-shell rising out of the sea.
She's anybody's girl,
She's anybody's girl,
She's anybody's girlfriend, I know,
But I can't have her.
Every poor devil sees heaven, but from a distance,
I'm here as well in this hell,
And it troubles me to know she's anybody's girlfriend, yeah, yeah.
Last call for alcoholic consumption,
Sweep the gla** off the floor,
Now we all turn back into pumpkins,
She's already out the door.
She's anybody's girl,
She's anybody's girl,
She's anybody's girlfriend, I know,
But I can't have her.
She's anybody's girlfriend,
She's anybody's girlfriend,
She's anybody's girlfriend.