Strange,
I've seen that face before
Seen him hanging around 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 where hustling will live on
Parisian views a-driftin 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