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pretty lady
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ay)
There's somethin' 'bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn't walk up with that "how you doin'?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there's a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can't without you)
I knew him forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin' like
Formerly known as Cicada on Counter Strike 1.6, made a lot of Korean friends but lost them when my account got hacked. If you remember me, do add me!
My Collections
boi
Every night, I can feel my leg... and my arm... even my fingers.
The body I've lost... the comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting...
It's like they're all still there.
You feel it, too, don't you?
I'm gonna make them give back our past.