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I think she was a middle-distance runner... |
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(the translation wasn't clear). |
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Could be a budding stately hero. |
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International competition in a year. |
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She was a good enough reason for a party... |
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(well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile) |
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While she ran a perfect circle. |
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And she wore a perfect smile |
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In budapest... hot night in budapest. |
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We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium... |
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Dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear. |
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She was helping out at the back-stage... |
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Stopping hearts and chilling beer. |
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Yes, and her legs went on for ever. |
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Like staring up at infinity |
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Through a wisp of cotton panty |
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Along a skin of satin sea. |
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Hot night in budapest. |
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You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife. |
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Feel it blowing from the sidefills. feel like you were playing for your life |
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(if not the money). |
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Hot night in budapest. |
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She bent down to fill the ice box |
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And stuffed some more warm white wine in |
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Like some weird unearthly vision |
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Wearing only t-shirt, pants and skin. |
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You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle. |
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But the boys and me were heading west |
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So we left her to the late crew |
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And a hot night in budapest. |
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It was a hot night in budapest. |
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She didn't speak much english language... |
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(she didn't speak much anyway). |
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She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich |
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And she poured sweet wine before we played. |
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Hey, budapest, cha, cha, cha. let's watch her now. |
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I thought i saw her at the late night restaurant. |
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She would have sent blue shivers down the wall. |
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But she didn't grace our table. |
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In fact, she wasn't there at all. |
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Yes, and her legs went on forever. |
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Like staring up at infinity. |
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Her heart was spinning to the west-lands |
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And she didn't care to be |
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That night in budapest. |
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Hot night in budapest. |
