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 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 Fingers
Bowl or any place you go,
you'll 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. And strike a match, and you will know you're in
Hernando's Hideaway Olé.
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