| I left my hat in Haiti
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| In some forgotten flat in Haiti
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| I couldn’t tell you how I got there
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| I only know it was so hot there
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| She took my hat politely
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| And wound her arms around me tightly
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| But I remember nothing clearly
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| Except the flame when she came near me
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| Her eyes had the glow of surrender
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| And her touch it was tender
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| And with someone as fiery as that
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| You forget about your hat
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| So if you go to Haiti
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| There is a girl I know in Haiti
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| If you can find her you’ll adore her
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| Just look around till you’ve found someone who has a blue-grey fedora
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| Her eyes had the glow of surrender
|
| And her touch it was tender
|
| And with someone as fiery as that
|
| You forget about your hat
|
| So if you go to Haiti
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| There is a girl I know in Haiti
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| If you can find her you’ll adore her
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| Just look around till you’ve found someone who has a blue-grey fedora |