| 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, a-way!
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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, a-way!
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| At the Golden Finger Bowl or anyplace you go You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know
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| But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love
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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 and match and you will know
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| You’re in Hernando’s hideaway, a-way!
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| I know a dark, secluded place
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| A place where no one ever knows your face!
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| Wine is fine with a fast embrace
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| Hernando’s Hideaway -away!
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| At the Golden Finger Bowl or anyplace you go You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know
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| But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love
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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 and match and you will know
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| You’re in Hernando’s hideaway! |