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Un, deux, trois, quatre... |
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I feel like sending you a love letter |
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Lets face it, nobody does it better |
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You're a promising prospect |
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From what I've seen |
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If you wanna take me out on a detour |
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I'm not feeling too demure |
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I like the cut of your jib |
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If you know what I mean |
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There's something about that look in your eyes |
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There's something about the way that you smile |
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You've really got a certain je ne sais quoi |
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In Berlin you're dancing to techno |
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Before you catch the first flight to Moscow |
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You know your way around an espace d'affaires |
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On the coast you're such a creation |
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And though New York's just an obligation |
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I've every confidence you'll amuse yourself there |
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There's something about that look in your eyes |
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There's something about the way that you smile |
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You've really got a certain je ne sais quoi |
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There's something about the way that you think |
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There's something about the wine that you drink |
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You've really got a certain je ne sais quoi |
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It's all perception |
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How people see you |
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And when they see you |
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They want to be you |
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Un, deux, trois, quatre |
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In Tehran they've known you for years |
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In spite of clerical fears |
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They think you understand their point of view |
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In the old days it would have been Rome |
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But now Beijing's a second home |
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It started in the eighties, just Bertolucci and you |
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There's something about that look in your eyes |
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There's something about the way that you smile |
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You've really got a certain je ne sais quoi |
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There's something about the words you employ |
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There's something about the clothes you enjoy |
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You've really got a certain je ne sais quoi |
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When people see you |
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They want to be you |
