Hernando's Hideaway
I know a dark secluded place.
A place where no one knows your face.
A glass of wine a fast embrace.
It's called Hernando's hideaway, ole
All you see are silhouettes.
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets.
Not at Hernando's hideaway, ole
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At the golden finger bowl or any place you go.
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You'll meet your uncle Max and everyone you know.
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But if we go to the spot that I am thinking of
You will be free, to gaze at me, and talk of love.
Just knock three times and whisper low, that you and I were sent by Joe.
Then strike a match and you will know you're in Hernando's hideaway, ole
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I know a dark secluded place.
A place where no one knows your face.
A glass of wine a fast embrace.
It's called Hernando's hideaway, ole
(Instrumental)
At the golden finger bowl or any place you go.
(Instrumental)
You'll meet your uncle Max and everyone you know.
(Instrumental)
But if we go to the spot that I am thinking of
You will be free, to gaze at me, and talk of love.
Just knock three times and whisper low, that you and I were sent by Joe.
Then strike a match and you will know you're in Hernando's hideaway, ole
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