In a little cafe a La Rue Du Soleil
She happened to sit down beside me
And sipping my tea made it easy to see
Something was misplaced inside of me
Is she looking at me
Is she there behind the wall
Is she made out of what's to be
Meaning is she there at all
In that little cafe I heard somebody say
Pardon Monsieur, may I have a light
And starting to smile, I was changing my style
She smiled back, it seemed only right
Is she looking at me
Is she there behind the wall
Is she made out of what's to be
Meaning is she there at all
In that little cafe I heard somebody say
Pardon Monsieur, may I have a light
And starting to smile, I was changing my style
She smiled back, it seemed only right
She's looking past me
At someone who's walking past me
C'est la vie C'est la vie