1, 2, 3, 4
I feel like sending you a love letter
Let’s face it, nobody does it better
You’re a promising prospect from what I’ve seen
You wanna take me out on a detour
I’m not feeling too demure
I’d like to cut your jib if you know what I mean
There’s something about the look in your eyes
There’s something about the way that you smile
You really got a certain
Hmm, Je ne sais quoi
In Berlin you’re dancing to techno
Before you catch the first flight to Moscow
You know your way around an espace du faire
On the coast, you’re such a creation
Although New York’s just an obligation
Another confidence, you'll amuse yourself there
There’s something about the look in your eyes
There’s something about the way that you smile
You really got a certain
Hmm, Je ne sais quoi
There’s something about the way that you think
There’s something about the wine that you drink
You really got a certain
Hmm, Je ne sais quoi
It’s all perception
How people see you
And when they see you
They want to be you
1, 2, 3, 4
In Tehran they’ve known you for years
In spite of clerical fears
They think you understand
Their point of view
In the old days it would have been Rome
But now Beijing’s a second home
It started in the 80’s
Just Bertolucci and you
There’s something about the look in your eyes
There’s something about the way that you smile
You really got a certain
Hmm, Je ne sais quoi
There’s something about the words you employ
There’s something about the clothes you enjoy
You really got a certain
Hmm, Je ne sais quoi
When people see you
They want to be you
