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♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

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.