Lyric 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...OL?
All you see are silhouettes
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernando s Hideaway...OL?

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...OL?

ooohh yeah!
move over here a little closer...
mmmmm....
HEY!

Oh 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.