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

Your staring eyes chill me to the bone

Chill me to the bone…