They sat through the night
In an empty apartment
Three older gentlemen came inside

And they brought wine and cards and chocolate
And Joey smoked on a cigar and came back in
So you think heýs something special do you mean?


He is no one
He is a stranger I met on the street


He stared through hard, cold insolent eyes
Turned his gaze with her

Fear hidden quite secure under blank features
Protruding middle she sat unashamed
She read his judgment on his concerned face

With slight sarcasm he addressed her case
Is it too much to ask to know about your loverýs name?


He is no one
He is a stranger I met on the street
He never touched me

Youýre all I need
And will ever need


But his eyes wonýt be almond like yours nor blue like mine
With all the sins of the world in the iris
Thereýs no false blood

But you will love him
Heýs from Gold Gardens
Our help before Atlas was ever born, alright


He is no one
He is no one

Stranger I met on the street
He never touched me
Youýre all I need

And will ever need

He is no one

He is no one
Stranger I met on the street


They sat through the night