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think she was a middle-distance runner... <br />(the translation wasn't clear). <br />Could be a budding stately hero. <br />International competition in a year. <br />She was a good enough reason for a party...<br />(well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile) <br />while she ran a perfect circle. <br />And she wore a perfect smile <br />in Budapest... hot night in Budapest. <br /><br />We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium... <br />dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear. <br />She was helping out at the back-stage... <br />stopping hearts and chilling beer. <br />Yes, and her legs went on for ever. <br />Like staring up at infinity <br />through a wisp of cotton panty <br />along a skin of satin sea. <br />Hot night in Budapest. <br /><br />You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife. <br />Feel it blowing from the sidefills. Feel like you were playing for your life <br />(if not the money). <br />Hot night in Budapest. <br /><br />She bent down to fill the ice box <br />and stuffed some more warm white wine in <br />like some weird unearthly vision <br />wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin. <br />You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle. <br />But the boys and me were heading west <br />so we left her to the late crew <br />and a hot night in Budapest. <br />It was a hot night in Budapest. <br /><br />She didn't speak much English language... <br />(she didn't speak much anyway). <br />She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich <br />and she poured sweet wine before we played. <br /><br />Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now. <br /><br />I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant. <br />She would have sent blue shivers down the wall. <br />But she didn't grace our table. <br />In fact, she wasn't there at all. <br />Yes, and her legs went on forever. <br />Like staring up at infinity. <br />Her heart was spinning to the west-lands <br />and she didn't care to be <br />that night in Budapest. <br />Hot night in Budapest

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think she was a middle-distance runner... <br />(the translation wasn't clear). <br />Could be a budding stately hero. <br />International competition in a year. <br />She was a good enough reason for a party...<br />(well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile) <br />while she ran a perfect circle. <br />And she wore a perfect smile <br />in Budapest... hot night in Budapest. <br /><br />We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium... <br />dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear. <br />She was helping out at the back-stage... <br />stopping hearts and chilling beer. <br />Yes, and her legs went on for ever. <br />Like staring up at infinity <br />through a wisp of cotton panty <br />along a skin of satin sea. <br />Hot night in Budapest. <br /><br />You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife. <br />Feel it blowing from the sidefills. Feel like you were playing for your life <br />(if not the money). <br />Hot night in Budapest. <br /><br />She bent down to fill the ice box <br />and stuffed some more warm white wine in <br />like some weird unearthly vision <br />wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin. <br />You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle. <br />But the boys and me were heading west <br />so we left her to the late crew <br />and a hot night in Budapest. <br />It was a hot night in Budapest. <br /><br />She didn't speak much English language... <br />(she didn't speak much anyway). <br />She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich <br />and she poured sweet wine before we played. <br /><br />Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now. <br /><br />I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant. <br />She would have sent blue shivers down the wall. <br />But she didn't grace our table. <br />In fact, she wasn't there at all. <br />Yes, and her legs went on forever. <br />Like staring up at infinity. <br />Her heart was spinning to the west-lands <br />and she didn't care to be <br />that night in Budapest. <br />Hot night in Budapest