Joey Had A Smoke
They sat through the nightIn an empty apartmentThree older gentlemen came insideAnd they brought wine and cards and chocolateAnd Joey smoked on a cigar and came back inSo you think he's something special do you mean?
He is no oneHe is a stranger I met on the street
He stared through hard, cold insolent eyesTurned his gaze with herFear hidden quite secure under blank featuresProtruding middle she sat unashamedShe read his judgment on his concerned faceWith slight sarcasm he addressed her caseIs it too much to ask to know about your lover's name?
He is no oneHe is a stranger I met on the streetHe never touched meYou're all I needAnd will ever need
But his eyes won't be almond like yours or blue like mineWith all the sins of the world in the irisThere's no false bloodBut you will love himHe's from Gold GardensOur help before Atlas was ever born, alright
He is no oneHe is no oneStranger I met on the streetHe never touched meYou're all I needAnd will ever need
He is no oneHe is no oneStranger I met on the street
They sat through the night