But oh my heart is in Havana There's somethin' 'bout his manners Havana, oh na na...
It was a summer Friday like any other for Alex, after finishing studio rehearsals he went to the clubs. He never met anyone serious since he was famous.
He didn't walk up with that "how you doin'?" When he came in the room He said there's a lot of girls I can do with But I can't without you
He was staring the glass of whiskey without even drinking it. He was tired of girls using him for fame. He looked around as fans mobbed him and tried to touch him. "Alex! Alex Turner!" they screamed and he signed autographs and took pictures. He was looking around doing so, until he saw a girl come in with skin that wasn't too light or dark, just tanned. She was beautiful, she was wearing a red dress and her dark brown wavy hair fell in her face, it was as if Alex's breathing stopped when he saw her and he almost forgot how to write his own name.
I knew him forever in a minute That summer night in June
She looked around and it was clearly the first time she came there but she soon felt comfortable and started dancing with every man she found, but she always left them and danced alone. Alex continued to sign autographs but from his dark sunglasses he watched her hip movements and the way she danced while everyone cheered looking at her, a small smile formed on his lips and he let out a chuckle shaking his head.
And papa says he got malo in him, he got me feelin' like...
Minutes passed until he finally managed to escape from the fans leaving the club and going outside to smoke a cigarette. As he was walking he bumped into someone and realized who it was but before she could fall he grabbed her hips. "Easy there, seรฑorita" he said and swore she came from a South American country. She had all the features and he couldn't help but admire her. He let go of her hips but then took her hand and kissed it like the real gentleman he was.