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Yucatan Cafe

	作词 : Mitchell
	There's a big fan,
	That's slowly turnin',
	In a Yucatan Cafe.
	The waitress works beneath
	Both night and day.
	And they'll find that lately
	I'm spendin' all my time,
	Goin' down to see
	That singin' man of mine.
	CHORUS:
	Maybe it's wrong.
	My mamma might be right.
	Seeing a boy I don't know,
	Every night.
	Maybe it's time
	I try to let you be.
	Or maybe it's love
	At last has come to me.
	Let's walk out to the ruins,
	And look up at the moon.
	And wonder what those Mayans used to
	do.
	You know they migt be watchin' us,
	So let's stay for a while.
	They can look for love,
	And make those Mayans smile.
	REPEAT CHORUS:
	Maybe it's love,
	At last has come to me.

	zuò cí : Mitchell
	There' s a big fan,
	That' s slowly turnin',
	In a Yucatan Cafe.
	The waitress works beneath
	Both night and day.
	And they' ll find that lately
	I' m spendin' all my time,
	Goin' down to see
	That singin' man of mine.
	CHORUS:
	Maybe it' s wrong.
	My mamma might be right.
	Seeing a boy I don' t know,
	Every night.
	Maybe it' s time
	I try to let you be.
	Or maybe it' s love
	At last has come to me.
	Let' s walk out to the ruins,
	And look up at the moon.
	And wonder what those Mayans used to
	do.
	You know they migt be watchin' us,
	So let' s stay for a while.
	They can look for love,
	And make those Mayans smile.
	REPEAT CHORUS:
	Maybe it' s love,
	At last has come to me.