Havanna (Linda Eder)

 Tropic days turn into steamy nights
 Stateside ways give in to appetites
 Panatelas under white straw hats
 Sit and soak...Rum and Coke
 Cuban rhythms push the night along
 Past the limits of what‘s right or wrong
 Hardly anyone is keepin‘ score
 Let it ride...Por favor

 Love is the one legal tender
 Never in short supply
 Just find yourself a big spender
 Who will render the gender 
 You‘d like to try

 Big casinos under Latin skies
 Valentinos with ambitious eyes
 Slow degrees of lazy Fahrenheit
 Cook the day...Eat the night
 Smell the money when the trade winds blow
 Play the slot machines, enjoy the show
 Spin the wheel or maybe roll the dice
 Welcome to...Paradise Too much is never enough here
 There‘s always room for more
 One of a kind calls your bluff here
 If your pair isn‘t brass
 Better pass Senor!

 Twenty-three OR so degrees
 Just below the Florida keys
 All the tourists come to play
 Making mucho machismo
 Like Hemingway

 Inhibitions simply melt away
 Dispositions will improve they say
 Maybe it‘s the voodoo latitude
 Give the place...Attitude
 Way down here we have no rules to keep
 Way down here we always oversleep
 Way down here we mambo all night long
 Through the street...through the heat
 To the beat of old Havana

Есть ошибки или текст неправильный? Вы можете его откорректировать.