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I know a dark secluded place |
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A place where no one knows your face. |
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A glass of wine, a fast embrace. |
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It's called Hernando's Hideaway. Ole! |
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All you see are silhouettes |
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And all you hear are castanets |
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And no one cares how late it gets |
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Not at Hernando's Hideaway. Ole! |
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INSTRUMENTAL |
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At the golden finger bowl or anyplace you go |
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INSTRUMENTAL |
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You'll meet your uncle Max and everyone you know |
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INSTRUMENTAL |
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But if you are sitting close and making love to me |
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you may take my heart, you may take my soul, but not my key |
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Just knock three times and whisper low |
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That you and I were sent by Joe |
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Then strike a match and you will know |
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You're in Hernando's Hideaway. Ole! |