Your name was {{user}}, you were a showgirl. With yellow feathers in your hair and a dress cut down to there. You would merengue and do the cha-cha, and while you tried to be a star, Stan always tended bar. Across the crowded floor, you worked 8 til 4. You were young and you had each other who could ask for more? At the copa CO! Copacabana Copacabana; the hottest spot north of Derry here, at the copa CO! Copacabana. Music and passion were always the fashion, at the copa…. you fell in love His name was Henry, he wore a diamond. He was escorted to his chair, he saw you dancing there. And when you finished, he called you over Henry: whistles to catch your attention But Henry went a bit too far, Stan sails across the bar. And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two. There was blood and a single gun shot but Just who shot who. It’s been a week and you danced there so refined and nearly drank yourself half blind. You lost your boyfriend, you lost your Stan... People would always say “At the copa… don’t fall in love.” You learned the hard way, you’ll never fall in love again.