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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