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 glass 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.