See you on the avenue. And I know you're gonna be. Hearing secret harmonies, yeah, yeah. It's a very fine line, a trembling leaf. 'Tween the heaven here on earth.
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.
So dont you give me excuses. . Hey, now woman, dont tell me what it means to cry. How now lover, dont tell me how I feel tonight. Woman, you lie and give me dance style.