Libertango - Kirsty MacColl
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
A rencontrer la mort
Tu te prends pour qui
Toi aussi tu detestes la vie
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
Joëlle et sa valise
Un regard sur ses fringues
Sur les murs des photos sans regret
Sans melo la porte est claquee
Joëlle est barre
Joëlle est barre