I know a dark secluded place. A place where no one knows your face. A glass of wine, a fast embrace. Its called Hernandos Hideaway. Ole! All youll see are silhouettes. And all youll hear are castanets. And no one cares how late it gets. Not at Hernandos Hideaway. Ole! At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know, But if youll go to the spot that I am thinkin of, You will be free to gaze at me and talk of love. Just knock thee times and whisper low That you and I were sent by Joe, Then strike a match and you will know Youre in Hernandos Hideway. Ole! Just knock three times and whisper low That you and I were sent by Joe, Then strike a match and you will know Youre in Hernandos Hideaway
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