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I know a dark secluded place A place where no-one knows your face A glass of wine, a vast embrace It’s called Hernando’s Hideaway (Ole!) All you see are silhouettes And all you hear are castanets And no-one cares how late it gets Not at Hernando’s Hideaway (Ole!) At the golden fingerbowl or anyplace you go You will 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 You’re in Hernando’s Hideaway (Ole!) At the golden fingerbowl or anyplace you go You will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of You will be free SongtexteTo 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 You’re in Hernando’s Hideaway (Ole!) Aus Songtexte Mania