You'll find me in a Berlin bar
In a corner, brooding
You know that I go very quiet
When I am listening to you
There's something special indeed
In all the places where I've seen you shine, boy
There's something very real in how I feel, honey
(Chorus)
It's in me, it's in me-and you know it's for real
Tuning in your saxophone
Doo-ba-doo-ba-doo
The candle is burning over your shoulder
Is throwing shadows on your saxophone
A surly lady in tremor
The stars that climb from her bowels
Those stars make towers on vowels
You'll never know that you had all of me
You'll never see the poetry you've stirred in me
Of all the stars I've seen that shine so brightly
I've never known or felt, in myself, so rightly
(Chorus)US cool costs too much money
And takes up all my time
British humour isn't funny
I'm just trying to catch your eye
You've no idea what your looks do to me
It doesn't even cross your mind
You don't look like the kind to say much
But then I'm the quiet type
When you rise up from the gutter
You can play your hand
It's not enough until you've suffered
Nobody gives a damn
When where you're at is all that matters
It's all a question of your style
A catwalk stalk that cures your stutter
You're not the shy type
Not much I wouldn't do for money
Can't seem to draw the line
But this much lust tastes sweet as honey
And floors me every time
You've no idea what your looks do to me
It doesn't even cross your mind
Then again I think it's funny
You might be my type