| Tropic days turn into steamy nights
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| Stateside ways give in to appetites
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| Panatelas under white straw hats
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| Sit and soak… Rum and Coke
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| Cuban rhythms push the night along
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| Past the limits of what’s right or wrong
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| Hardly anyone is keepin' score
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| Let it ride… Por favor
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| Love is the one legal tender
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| Never in short supply
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| Just find yourself a big spender
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| Who will render the gender
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| You’d like to try
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| Big casinos under Latin skies
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| Valentinos with ambitious eyes
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| Slow degrees of lazy Fahrenheit
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| Cook the day… Eat the night
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| Smell the money when the trade winds blow
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| Play the slot machines, enjoy the show
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| Spin the wheel or maybe roll the dice
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| Welcome to… Paradise
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| Too much is never enough here
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| There’s always room for more
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| One of a kind calls your bluff here
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| If your pair isn’t brass
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| Better pass Senor!
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| Twenty-three or so degrees
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| Just below the Florida keys
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| All the tourists come to play
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| Making mucho machismo Like Hemingway
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| Inhibitions simply melt away
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| Dispositions will improve they say
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| Maybe it’s the voodoo latitude
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| Gives the place… Attitude
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| Way down here we have no rules to keep
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| Way down here we always oversleep
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| Way down here we mambo all night long
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| Through the street… through the heat
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| To the beat of old Havana |