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• Artiste: William Topley
• Titre: La Habana
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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 I've got to be your lover man tonight I said, I've got to be your sweet thing and that's right Well, I've 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 they're making love beneath the tropic stars Take a look at the priest and what he's calling sin When I'm in trouble, Lord, only me who feels the pain Not one good word of advice from any of my so-called friends Down at Papa's 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