Libertango Grace Jones

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 stones
Rainy nights, on Hausmann Boulevard
Parisian music, drifting from the bars

Tu cherches quoi?
À rencontrer la mort
Tu te prends pour qui?
Toi ausis, tu détestes 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, Joël et sa valise
Un regard sur ses fringues
Sur les murs, des photos
Sans regrets, sans mélo'

La porte est claquée
Joël est paré