Hard Spaniard

A red neon sign draws him

Into a wine bar

Where a woman is crying

Unaware of the whiskey he's buying her

Can I join you a while ma'am?

Honey, when you're as broken up as I am

You'd have to be Jesus to join up all these pieces

The night before the morning after

Are you here alone,

Can I take you home?

It's a real disgrace

Seeing your pretty face

In this ugly place''

A ride in a taxi

To a rented apartment in a back street

Whiskey-bottle graveyard

Rent is low so she's trying to save hard

To get out of the city

It takes time but she won't take his pity

They carry on drinking

And she knows what he's thinking

And her stockings are torn

And the heels of her shoes are worn

She could be a waitress

She could be an actress

But he thinks she's a temptress

There's a space in her bed

Where the stranger laid his head

She remembers him kissing her

He was such a good listener

But he sure won't be missing her