Paroles de La habana

Saw you stand in the street, beneath a poster of che
Watching young couples kiss in the malacon
Late at night in the old town, you sang to guitars
And staggered back to your room with god knows who

But ive got to be your lover man tonight
I said, ive got to be your sweet thing and thats right
Well, ive got to be, i long to be your lover man
And only i can make you feel alright or help you take flight

All the girls in the tropicana, they roll their own cigars
I stand there in the dressing room, just drinking it in
All the companeros theyre making love beneath the tropic stars
Take a look at the priest and what hes calling sin

When im in trouble, lord, only me who feels the pain
Not one good word of advice from any of my so-called friends

Down at papas marina the old man drinks alone
Writing notes to his son a thousand miles away
All the girls in the bodeguita, they flash their lime green eyes
Until they read what it says, and then they turn away