Un, deux, trois, quatre

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 like the cut of your jib if you know what I mean


There's something about that 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
I've every confidence, you'll amuse yourself there


There's something about that 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


Un, deux, trois, quatre

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