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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