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Here she comes
The mysterious lady from St. Martinique
When she goes a strollin'
The eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek
When she goes a walkin'
The island starts talkin'
Admiring the golden physique
Of the mysterious lady from St. Martinique
Hey' what is she doin' and who is she wooin'
That's what we'd all like to know
Buyin' papayas while all of our eyes are on her
From her head to toe
And who is she winin' and who is she dinin'
Down in her shack by the sea
Nobody knows it and she never shows it
She's spreadin' her table for me
Here she comes
The mysterious lady from St. Martinique
When she goes a strollin'
The eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek
When she goes a walkin'
The island starts talkin'
Admiring the golden physique
Of the mysterious lady from St. Martinique
Who is she seein', how cruel she is bein'
About our secret affair
No one suspects me, she even protects me
From men knowin' I'm goin' there
I sketch the features while she sweetly teaches me
How to pour rum over ice
She tries to hide it and I don't confide it
But my love, the lady is mine
Here she comes
The mysterious lady from St. Martinique
When she goes a strollin'
The eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek
When she goes a walkin'
The island starts talkin'
Admiring the golden physique
Of the mysterious lady from St. Martinique
Of the mysterious lady from St. Martinique
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