Tell Me About Cuba
Could it be love? Yeah it could, but there’s a sun moving between us. I’ve seen you sing, and it made my heart ring. I felt your sting and it quickly became my everything. We got wrapped in a silver lining and we got wrapped in each other. Brush aside your pool-side ombré, to catch flash of the brightest green I’ve ever seen. Vihno Verde, swinging sunset, and a tasty run around. Was it your blush or was it the sun? Or was it your southern tongue that made my blood run? Late night turns into pillow talk, turns into starry eyes, turns into sunrise, turns into kisses with your coffee.
Now I don’t want to leave you. Tell me about Cuba.