Grace Johns I've Seen That Face Before
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 and hustling boulevards Parisian music tripping from the bars. Tu cherches quoi? Rencontrer la mort? Tu te prends pour qui Toi aussi tu detestes la vie. Dancing by the restaurants Home with anyone you want. Strange he's standing there below Staring eyes thrill me to the bone. Dans sa chambre Joelle et sa valise. Elle regarde ses fringues Sur les murs des photos Sans regret sans melo. La porte est claquee Joelle est barree.