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