Copacabana - Danico/Tabba
Lyrics by:Rihard Ciprian Diac
Composed by:Rihard Ciprian Diac
Produced by:Rihard Ciprian Diac
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Copacabana was our stroll
Parasailing
Out of control
Salt on towels
Shoes full of sand
Back upstairs
Your room again
Flip-flops kicked off by the bar
Coconut shells stacked like a guitar
Mango juice running down my wrist
Somebody's speaker turned up till it hissed
Palm leaves clapping in the breeze
Salt still drying on our knees
Copacabana was our stroll
Parasailing
Out of control
Salt on towels
Shoes full of sand
Back upstairs
Your room again
Barefoot tables melting nights in a glass
Old man selling fruit calling out as we passed
Bassline bouncing off a market wall
Phone lights up but I don't take the call
Palm leaves clapping in the breeze
Salt still drying on my knees
Copacabana was our stroll
Parasailing
Out of control
Salt on towels
Shoes full of sand
Back upstairs
Your room again