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I left my hat in Haiti |
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In some forgotten flat in Haiti |
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I couldn't tell you how I got there |
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I only know it was so hot there |
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She took my hat politely |
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And wound her arms around me tightly |
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But I remember nothing clearly |
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Except the flame when she came near me |
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Her eyes had the glow of surrender |
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And her touch it was tender |
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And with someone as fiery as that |
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You forget about your hat |
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So if you go to Haiti, there is a girl I know in Haiti |
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If you can find her you'll adore her |
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Just look around till you've found |
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Someone who has a blue-gray fedora |
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Her eyes had the glow of surrender |
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And her touch it was tender |
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And with someone as fiery as that |
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You forget about your hat |
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So if you go to Haiti, there is a girl I know in Haiti |
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If you can find her you'll adore her |
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Just look around till you've found |
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Someone who has a blue-gray fedora |
