Grace Jones Libertango

Grace Jones I ve seen that face before (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 Dance in bars and restaurants Home with anyone who wants Strange, he s standing there alone Staring eyes chill me to the bone