It’s Friday night, lights are neon bright,
Faces passing by, feelin' something isn’t right.
I swear I’ve seen you before,
Déjà vu knocking on my door.

Suddenly I'm curious, it's like a souvenir,
Your silhouette, so chic, so delicate,
Your style's unique, mystique complete.

Feels like déjà vu tonight,
Rendezvous under city lights.
Am I dreaming, mon ami?
Tell me it's reality.

You whisper softly, words familiar, words bizarre,
A touch, finesse, your savoir-faire.
Your voice, café au lait, fills the midnight air,
Parfum, romance, la vie en rose, so sweet.

Je ne sais quoi in your eyes,
Tu me dis softly, je t'adore,
C'est une histoire mystérieuse,
Et mon cœur bat encore plus fort.

Je plonge dans ce rêve étrange,
Ton sourire doux, mon cœur voyage.

Wait—wake up! Where am I?
Streetlights flash, I'm lost tonight!

Feels like déjà vu tonight,
Rendezvous gone with morning light.
Was I dreaming, mon ami?
Or was this our reality?

Reality…
Or just déjà vu tonight…