Esta Cara Me Es Conocida (I've Seen That Face Before (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 stone.

Rainy nights on Haussmann boulevard.

Parisian music drifting from the bars.

Dancing by the restaurants.

Home with anyone you want.

Strange, he’s standing there below.

Staring eyes thrill me to the bone.