Text: Siberry Jane. Miss Punta Blanca.

i could've been miss punta blanca
i could've but i didn't want to
i think i could've beena winner
if i'd gone dancing after dinner
i could've rhumba'd by the poolside
i could've samba'd wioth the tour guide
instead i took a motorcycle ride
with my friend mike
this guy i like
he rents the motorbikes
so light me a cigar my love
and tell me your name
(i...i know your name)
let's...pour me a drink now
let's have a toast to who we really are
and i'll sing you a song
right in your ear
on this beautiful cuban moonlit night
oh...man
i need another...another light
i could've been miss punta blanca
i could've but i didn't want to
i could've but i said no thank you
i said i didn't want to
anyways, it was ruby who won the contest
and 2 hours later she was passed out by the pool
Are We Dancing Now? (Map III)

...did you just touch me hand?
...and did you just kiss me shoulder?
ah, life's a mystery...
...and do you have your hand on my knee
and are you moving it extremely slowly?
everyime i look into your eyes
all the dancing all the music dies
even with the people streaming by
such is the mystery of love
drom down below or somewhere up above
everytime i look into your eyes
...did you just say something about showing me how to dance?
well, i...oh...
and did you just say something about oh, watch the way you move your...h...hips
ah, life's a mystery...
and is that your hand on my neck?
and are we dancing now extremely slowly?
everytime i look into your eyes
all the dancing all the music dies
even with the people streaming by
such is the mystery of love
from down below or somewhere up above
i never dance bit i could try
are we dancing now?