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 a cozy up-hill gennady-sia
Dancing off the metal nails and checking on the gear
While she was helping out in the backstage
Stopping hearts and chilling beer
Yes, her legs went on forever
Like staring up into infinity
Through a west of cotton planting
Along a skin of sun and sea
In Budapest
You can cut the heat in a tank
With the wrong side of a knife
Feel the blood from the side fills
Feel like you were playing for your life
If not for mine
Hey, hey, hey
Hot night in Budapest
She bends down to load the icebox
Then she stops for more wine and wine
That's a weird and heavy vision
Wearing only t-shirt, pants and skin
You know we rippled just a hint of muscle
But the boys and me weren't getting wasted
So we left her to the late train
And a hot night in Budapest
Whoa-oh-oh
It was a hot night in Budapest
I found a star at the late night restaurant
She went to send blue shivers down the wall
Yeah, but she didn't grace our table
In fact she wasn't there at all
Her legs went on forever
Like staring up at infinity
Her heart was spinning to the westlands
And she didn't care to be
That night in Budapest
Was a hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
It was a hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
But she didn't grace our table
In fact she wasn't there at all
It was a hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
It was a hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
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