ainda me lembro dos tempos em que ouvia esta canção vezes sem conta (durante a ressaca de um desgosto de amor, é verdade...)
hoje é só um grande diálogo entre bette midler e tom waits, jovens muito bem comportados que sabem que nunca se fala com estranhos em bares



bartender, i'd like a manhattan, please

stop me if you've heard this one
i feel as though we've met before
perhaps I am mistaken

but it's just that i remind you
of someone you used to care about
oh but that was long ago
now tell me do you think i'd fall for that old line
I was none born just yesterday
besides i never talk to strangers anyway

well I ain't a bad guy when you get to know me
i just thought there ain't no harm

hey just try minding your own business
but who asked you to annoy me
with your sad, sad repartee
besides i never talk to strangers anyway
your life's a dimestore novel
this town is full of guys like you
and you're looking for someone to take the place of her

you must be reading my mail
and you're bitter cause he left you
that's why you're drinkin' in this bar

well, only suckers fall in love with perfect strangers
it always takes one to know one stranger
maybe we're just wiser now
yeah and been around the block so many times
that we don't notice
that we're all just perfect strangers as long as we ignore
that we all begin as strangers just before we find
we really aren't strangers
anymore

ah you don't look like such a chump
err… hey babe