Mamajuana(Unplugged)

[intro] [Verse 1] That Caribbean blue looked almost wrong Too deep for daylight, too bright for a song. We left the yacht where the green world ends, No hotel bracelets, no messages sent. My dress on a palm tree, your shirt in the sand, Running through the water with nobody’s plans. I looked at you like I had something to say Then hid it in a joke and looked away. [Pre-Chorus] Old Spanish bells above the bay, Fortress shadows cooling the stone. For once there was nothing left to decode Just your hand finding mine on the road. [Chorus] Oh-oh-oh, my Dominicana, Dark-blue waves underneath the moon. I said, “I love you,” you said, "that's the mamajuana talking through you.” [Post-Chorus] Oh-oh-oh... Blame it on the mamajuana. Ah-ah-ah... Then why did she call your name? Oh-oh-oh... Maybe the bottle made me say it But the words were mine Before the drink came. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] We dove for shells and starfish in the blue, blue sea, You found a little treasure, then you handed it to me. At midnight in the sand, while the warm wind wandered through, La luna kept on shining like she had a crush on you. I cracked that lobster like I knew what to do, Split two fingers on the armor breaking through. You wrapped them slowly in a napkin from the bar, Said, “You fight your dinner like you fight every scar.” Coco-loco in a huge coconut shell, Two crooked straws, like us have a story to tell. Blood on my fingers, salt in my hair, Old saints in the windows pretending not to stare [Chorus] Oh-oh-oh, my Dominicana, Dark-blue waves underneath the moon. I said, “I love you,” you said, "that's the mamajuana talking through you.” [Post-Chorus] Oh-oh-oh... Blame it on the mamajuana. Ah-ah-ah... Then why did she call your name? Oh-oh-oh... Maybe the bottle made me say it But the words were mine Before the drink came. [Instrumental solo] [Bridge] I've sung it through distortion. I’ve hidden it in rhyme. I’ve made a room around it And called the room a sign. But underneath that cobalt sky, With rum loosening every guard, I finally said the smallest words I’ve always made too hard. You blamed the mamajuana. Maybe you were scared they were true. So I poured another glass And said them twice to you. [Chorus] Oh-oh-oh, my Dominicana, Dark-blue waves underneath the moon. I said, “I love you,” you said, "that's the mamajuana talking through you.” [Post-Chorus] Oh-oh-oh... Blame it on the mamajuana. Ah-ah-ah... Then why did she call your name? Oh-oh-oh... Maybe the bottle made me say it But the words were mine Before the drink came. [Outro] Oh-oh-oh, my Dominicana, Let the old stone churches hear: If that’s the mamajuana talking, She’s only saying what was already here. [Fade out]