Libertango

Strange, I've seen that face before Seen him hanging round my door Like a hawk stealing for the prey Like the night waiting for the day Strange, he shadows me back home Footsteps echo on the stone Rainy nights on Haussmann Boulevard Parisian music drifting from the bars Tu cherches quoi (What are you looking for?) A rencontrer la mort? (to meet your death?) Tu te prends pour qui? (Who do you think you are?) Toi aussi, tu detestes la vie (You hate life too) Dance in bars and restaurants Home with anyone who wants Strange, he's standing there alone Staring eyes chill me to the bone Dans sa chambre (In her room) Jo