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 - olé!

All you see are silhouettes
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernando's Hideaway - olé!


At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go
You can meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know
But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of
You will be free to gaze at me - and talk of love.

Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
That you're in Hernando's Hideaway - olé! (fine)

Oooh yeah!
move over here a little closer...
mmm.... hey!

dal $egno al fine

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