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[Chorus]Here she comes the mysterious lady from St. MartiniqueWhen she goes a-strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peekWhen she goes a-walkin' the island starts talkin' admiring the golden physiqueOf the mysterious lady from St. MartiniqueHey' what is she doing and who is she wooin'That's what we'd all like to knowBuying papayas while all of our eyes are on herFrom her head to toeAnd who is she wining and who is she diningDown in her shack by the seaNobody knows it and she never shows itShe's spreading her table for me[Chorus]Who is she seeing, how cruel she is bein'About our secret affairNo one suspects me, she even protects meFrom men knowing I'm goin' thereI sketch the features while she sweetly teaches meHow to pour rum over iceShe tries to hide it and I don't confide itBut my love, the lady is mine[Chorus]Of the mysterious lady from St. Martinique From Letras Mania