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I met her in Venezuela |
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With a basket on her head |
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And if she loved others |
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Well she didn't say |
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But I knew she'd do to pass away |
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To pass away the time in Venezuela |
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To pass away the time in Venezuela |
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I bought her a silken sash of blue |
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A beautiful sash of blue |
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Because I knew that she would do |
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With all the tricks I knew she knew |
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To pass away the time in Venezuela |
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To pass away the time in Venezuela |
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Her lingo was strange |
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But the thought of her beautiful smile |
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The thought of her beautiful smile |
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Will haunt me and taunt me |
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For many's the mile |
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For she was my girl and she did the while |
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To pass away the time in Venezuela |
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To pass away the time in Venezuela |
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The wind was out to sea, out to sea |
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The wind was out to sea |
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And she was taking leave of me |
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I said cheer up, there'll always be |
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There'll always be sailors ashore in Venezuela |
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There'll always be sailors ashore in Venezuela |
