Cuban Crime of Passion Lyrics

Song	Cuban Crime of Passion
Artist	Jimmy Buffett
Album	A White Sport Coat and a Pink Crustacean
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	作词 : Buffett, Corcoran
	Written：Jimmy Buffett/Tom Corcoran
	Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
	He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
	The ladies would pay and pay
	Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
	And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.
	'Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast
	Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
	He loved that lady the most
	'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
	So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
	And then he turned his own cold hand.
	(Chorus)
	And it's just a Cuban crime of passion
	Messy and old fashioned
	Yeah, that's what the papers did say
	It's just a Cuban crime of passion
	Anejo and knives a slashin'
	But that's what the people like to read about
	Up in America, up in America.
	Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
	And Billy Voltaire had no one to clain min, he eas buried on pauper's hill
	And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
	But people get by and people get high
	In the tropics they come and they go.
	(Repeat chorus)

	zuo ci : Buffett, Corcoran
	Written: Jimmy Buffett Tom Corcoran
	Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
	He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
	The ladies would pay and pay
	Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
	And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.
	' Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast
	Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
	He loved that lady the most
	' Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
	So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny' s life
	And then he turned his own cold hand.
	Chorus
	And it' s just a Cuban crime of passion
	Messy and old fashioned
	Yeah, that' s what the papers did say
	It' s just a Cuban crime of passion
	Anejo and knives a slashin'
	But that' s what the people like to read about
	Up in America, up in America.
	Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
	And Billy Voltaire had no one to clain min, he eas buried on pauper' s hill
	And no one talks about ' em no more, it happened just a week ago
	But people get by and people get high
	In the tropics they come and they go.
	Repeat chorus

	zuò cí : Buffett, Corcoran
	Written: Jimmy Buffett Tom Corcoran
	Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
	He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
	The ladies would pay and pay
	Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
	And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.
	' Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast
	Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
	He loved that lady the most
	' Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
	So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny' s life
	And then he turned his own cold hand.
	Chorus
	And it' s just a Cuban crime of passion
	Messy and old fashioned
	Yeah, that' s what the papers did say
	It' s just a Cuban crime of passion
	Anejo and knives a slashin'
	But that' s what the people like to read about
	Up in America, up in America.
	Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
	And Billy Voltaire had no one to clain min, he eas buried on pauper' s hill
	And no one talks about ' em no more, it happened just a week ago
	But people get by and people get high
	In the tropics they come and they go.
	Repeat chorus

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