embrace. It's called Hernando's Hideaway ole! All you see are silohuettes. And all you hear are castanetts. And no one cares how late it gets. Not at Hernando's Hideaway
Hideaway, well they?ll seat us in the sun, By the way, know you?ve always been the one, You?ll ask your reasons why, What once was yours is mine, My baby
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
