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.