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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, Ole All you'll see are silhouettes And all you'll hear are castanets And no one cares how late it gets Not at Hernando's Hideaway, Ole At the Golden Fingerbowl 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 thinkin' of Letras de cancionesYou will be free to gaze at me and talk of love Just knock thee 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 Hideway 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 From Letras Mania