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Jethro Tull

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   Intro:   
I think she was a middle-distance runner...  
    (the translation wasn't clear).  
Could be a budding stately hero.  
International competition in a year.  
She was a good enough reason for a party...  
(well you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile)
while she ran a perfect circle.  
  And she wore a perfect smile              
in Budapest...           hot night in Budapest.            
We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.   
She was helping out at the back-stage...    
stopping hearts and chilling beer.  
Yes and her legs went on for ever.   
Like staring up at infinity    
through a wisp of cotton panty  
along a skin of satin sea.             
in Budapest...           hot night in Budapest.                   
You could cut the heat peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.  
Feel it blowing from the sidefills.  
Feel like you were playing for your life  
(if not the money).  
                          hot night in Budapest.           
SAME PART 1  
She bent down to fill the ice box          
and stuffed some more warm white wine in  
like some weird unearthly vision  
wearing only T-shirt pants and skin.  
You know it rippled just a hint of muscle.  
But the boys and me were heading west             
so we left her to the late crew  
and a hot night in Budapest.                
It was a hot night in Budapest.                            
She didn't speak much English language...  
(she didn't speak much anyway).     
She wouldn't make love but she could make good sandwich  
and she poured sweet wine before we played.  
Hey Budapest cha cha cha. Let's watch her now.         
I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant.  
She would have sent blue shivers down the wall.  
But she didn't grace our table.  
In fact she wasn't there at all.  
Yes and her legs went on forever.  
Like staring up at infinity.  
Her heart was spinning to the west-lands  
and she didn't care to be  
that night in Budapest.  
Hot night in Budapest.

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