| Song | I've Seen That Face Before (Libertango) |
| Artist | Grace Jones |
| Album | Private Life: The Compass Point Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 youths, drifting from the bars, | |
| Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort? | |
| Tu te prends pour qui | |
| Toi aussi tu detestes 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, Joel et sa valise, | |
| Un regard sur ses fringues, | |
| Sur les murs, des photos, | |
| Sans regret, sans mélo, | |
| La porte est claquée, Joel est barré. |
| 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 youths, drifting from the bars, | |
| Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort? | |
| Tu te prends pour qui | |
| Toi aussi tu detestes 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, Joel et sa valise, | |
| Un regard sur ses fringues, | |
| Sur les murs, des photos, | |
| Sans regret, sans me lo, | |
| La porte est claque e, Joel est barre. |
| 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 youths, drifting from the bars, | |
| Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort? | |
| Tu te prends pour qui | |
| Toi aussi tu detestes 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, Joel et sa valise, | |
| Un regard sur ses fringues, | |
| Sur les murs, des photos, | |
| Sans regret, sans mé lo, | |
| La porte est claqué e, Joel est barré. |