| 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 |