| It was on a summer night, she says, a year ago today
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| Packed, the place was packed
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| The chicos lookin' for some play
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| He wore a satin shirt and said a prayer to Yemayá
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| And he was calm and handsome
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| As they squeezed through to the bar
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| The girls were in tight dresses, just like sweets in cellophane
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| Everyone was there
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| Sabrosón from Spanish Harlem
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| And luz from Camaguey
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| In her hand a single rose, and in her mouth a razorblade
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| Hot, the place was hot
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| Too many people to be safe
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| Who cared
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| It was our night
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| Watch us seize the day
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| And dance it all away…
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| Bailamos, esa noche, bailamos
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| In Happyland
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| It was on a summer night, she says — yes, it was a year ago
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| Hot, the place was hot
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| But where else were they gonna go
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| And then she heard the screams
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| And saw the smoke come down
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| And then it really turned into the hottest club in town
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| She remembers all the firetrucks
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| And that maldito TV crew
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| And he, he didn’t make it
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| So, «mi amor, this song’s for you»
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| She’s got red shoes on her feet
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| A nd a red smile on her face
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| And people say she’s loca, to go back into that place
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| Who cared
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| This is my night
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| Watch me seize the day
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| And dance it all away…
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| Bailaré, esta noche, bailaré
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| In Happyland |