Hot nights, bright lights, camera flash, Red dress moving like a midnight crash. Music from the boulevard, bodies in motion, Champagne wind blowing in from the ocean. Media lights and movie dreams, Palm tree shadows on silver screens. Every kiss feels like a headline, Every dance turns into prime time. Chorus Hot nights in the Caribbean, Fire in the air, love breathing in. We don’t need a Hollywood sign, We got stars above the shoreline. Hot nights in the Caribbean, Feel the rhythm under your skin. Travel, romance, ocean, sky, One more kiss and we can fly. Post-Chorus Oh-oh, the cameras see us, Oh-oh, the island frees us. Oh-oh, the night is young, Caribbean fire on everyone. Bridge From Dominican streets to the silver screen, We’re living inside the wildest dream. No script, no fear, no goodbye, Just heat, love, music, sky.
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