There's a place I go, not far from New Mexico,

Where we party all night,

Soon as I came from the city, it was

bar room brawls and lazy nights,

Why should I fight? When it's


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Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night

Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night,

Burn the midnight oil, you're on foreign soil,

that somehow makes it alright.

It's a Bordello Night.


It's the kind of place where a month is just

twenty eight lazy days,

to just whistle away, in this way.

"Come to the dance?" she asked -

the seven veils or a saraband -

and a mystery romance. When it's . . .


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