In a little cafe a La Rue Du Soleil, She happened to sit down beside me. And sipping my tea made it easy to see, Something was misplaced inside of me. [Chorus:] Is she looking at me? Is she there behind the wall? Is she made out of what's to be? Meaning is she there at all? In that little cafe I heard somebody say: \"Pardon Monsieur, may I have a light?\" And starting to smile, I was changing my style. She smiled back, it seemed only right. [Chorus 2x] She's looking past me, At someone who's walking past me. C'est la vie. C'est la vie. [Repeat and fade]