Hard Spaniard

A red neon sign draws him Into a wine bar Where a woman is crying Unaware of the whisky 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" The night before the morning after A ride in a taxi To a rented apartment in a back street Whisky-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 The night before the morning after 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 The night before the morning after The night before the morning after 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