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
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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
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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
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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
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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!
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Hernando's Hideaway
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
