Hank Snow - Mysterious Lady From St Martinique |
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Mysterious Lady From St Martinique
Hank Snow Here she comes the mysterious lady from St Martinique When she goes a strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek When she goes a walkin' the island starts talkin' admiring the golden physique Of the mysterious lady from St Martinique Hey what is she doin' and who is she wooin' that's what we'd all like to know Buyin' papyas while all of our eyes are on her from her head to toe And who is she winin' and who is she dinin' down in her shack by the sea Nobody knows it and she never shows it she's spreadin' her table for me Here she comes the mysterious lady... [ guitar ] Who is she seein' how cruel she is bein' about our secret affair No one suspects me she even protects me from men knowin' I'm goin' there I schetch the features while she sweetly teaches me how to pour rum over ice She tries to hide it and I don't confide it but my love the lady is mine Here she comes the mysterious lady... The mysterious lady from St Martinique |
