It is a perfect night
The sea is smooth as glass
The lights of Havana shine
The boats in the harbor pass
She is a good girl
That's what she likes to say
She smokes clove cigarettes
She wears a black beret
She turns every head when she walks into the room
Under this Havana moon
She is a communist
She is a tease
She wears high combat boots
She speaks fluent Chinese
She's lived in Moscow
She's lived in Rome
She don't give out her number
'cause she doesn't have a phone
She turns every head when she walks into the room
Under this Havana moon
She has a rose tattoo
On the nape of her neck
She is an anarchist
She won't pick up the check
No one knows where she comes from
And she won't say
She has a reputation
But she's not the least bit fazed
