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 cozy 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, hot night in Budapest You could cut the heat, peel it back With the wrong side of a knife Feel it blowing from the side fills Feel like you were playing for your life (If not the money) Hot night in Budapest 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, hot night in Budapest Hot night in Budapest, hot night in Budapest © CHRYSALIS MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com