| When the evening shadows fall I’m dreaming
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| Of a certain smile a secret rendezvous
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| When the day is past and gone I’ll come creeping
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| Down the dark end of the street again to you
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| In a dimly lit café as we go dancing
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| I try to smile and hide a love that’s true
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| Then they play a lovely tune as we’re romancing
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| And I can’t pretend no matter what I do
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| Dark and different so they tell me
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| Lt’s forbidden so they say
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| But l just tell them we’re so happy
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| She’s my Filipino dance halt girl
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| Good friends have all withdrawn their salutations
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| Good neighbors pause when I come down the street
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| Preacher has a look of scom on Sunday morning
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| And there’s a frown on every face I see
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| Que sera sera the Bible tells me
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| Novus Ordo Seclorum so they say
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| I just teil them adios muchachos
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| She’s my Filipino dance hall girl
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| Then she whispers while we’re dancing
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| In a language soft and low
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| I just tell her darling I love you
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| You’re my Filipino dance hall girl |