Doris Day - 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.
All you see are silhouettes
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets,
Not at Hernando’s Hideaway.
At the Golden Finger Bowl or any place you go
You’ll meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know.
But when you are sitting close and making love to me,
You may take my heart,
You may take my soul,
But not my key...
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.
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