| i could’ve been miss punta blanca
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| i could’ve but i didn’t want to i think i could’ve beena winner
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| if i’d gone dancing after dinner
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| i could’ve rhumba’d by the poolside
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| i could’ve samba’d wioth the tour guide
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| instead i took a motorcycle ride
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| with my friend mike
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| this guy i like
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| he rents the motorbikes
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| so light me a cigar my love
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| and tell me your name
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| (i…i know your name)
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| let’s…pour me a drink now
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| let’s have a toast to who we really are
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| and i’ll sing you a song
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| right in your ear
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| on this beautiful cuban moonlit night
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| oh… man
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| i need another… another light
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| i could’ve been miss punta blanca
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| i could’ve but i didn’t want to i could’ve but i said no thank you
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| i said i didn’t want to anyways, it was ruby who won the contest
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| and 2 hours later she was passed out by the pool
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| Are We Dancing Now? |
| (Map III)
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| …did you just touch me hand?
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| …and did you just kiss me shoulder?
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| ah, life’s a mystery…
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| …and do you have your hand on my knee
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| and are you moving it extremely slowly?
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| everyime i look into your eyes
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| all the dancing all the music dies
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| even with the people streaming by such is the mystery of love
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| drom down below or somewhere up above
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| everytime i look into your eyes
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| …did you just say something about showing me how to dance?
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| well, i… oh…
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| and did you just say something about oh, watch the way you move your… h…hips
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| ah, life’s a mystery…
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| and is that your hand on my neck?
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| and are we dancing now extremely slowly?
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| everytime i look into your eyes
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| all the dancing all the music dies
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| even with the people streaming by such is the mystery of love
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| from down below or somewhere up above
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| i never dance bit i could try
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| are we dancing now? |