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Deep in the dark jungles of Africa |
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There is a goddess the natives call Bet-I-Cha |
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Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha |
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(Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha) |
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It's a story that's told of a maid that never will fade |
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The tale of Bet-I-Cha |
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(Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha) |
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Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha |
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She's the song of delight in the night the natives will sing to you |
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Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha |
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The wise men say she's a spirit |
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Whose lover left long ago |
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But others say she's the music |
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Of lover's hearts all aglow |
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She may be moonlight so bright |
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Or soft winds sighin' at night |
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No matter where you may find her |
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She's one part close to your heart |
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Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha |
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(Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha, Bet-I-Cha) |
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It's a story that's told of a maid that never will fade |
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The tale of Bet-I-Cha |
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They sing of Bet-I-Cha |
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They sing of Bet-I-Cha |
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They sing of Bet-I-Cha |
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They sing of Bet-I-Cha |
