A chirpy retro-flavoured pop song.
Written by Terrence Kemp and Michael Duthie
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A pop song about a one night stand with a lovely Portuguese lady in downtown Hong Kong.
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I MADE FRIENDLY WITH A PORTUGUESE TART,
SHE WAS SWEET AND STICKY, WITH A WARM CUSTARD HEART,
SHE TRACED MY PALM IN SOME WANCHAI DIVE,
THEN TOOK ME OUT FOR A SHORT TEST DRIVE.
WE TOOK THE LAST FERRY TO KOWLOON SIDE,
HELD MY HAND, SHE HAD NOTHING TO HIDE,
BOUGHT BUBBLE TEA AT A LATE-NIGHT STOP,
DANCED CHEEK TO CHEEK TO CANTOPOP.
AND THOUGHT I KNEW SHE WAS JUST A HUSTLER,
SHE TOLD ME TRUE THAT I’D PASSED MUSTER,
AND TOGETHER WE PLAYED THAT GREAT CHARADE,
WHERE EACH THOUGHT THE OTHER HAD BEEN OUTPLAYED.
RODE INTO TOWN ON THE LAST WAVE OF SUMMER,
SHE BLEW MY MIND WITH A CRÈME DE MENTHE HUMMER,
ROLLED OUT AGAIN ON THE RISING TIDE,
CARRIED A SMILE THAT I COULDN’T HIDE,
TOOK THE LIFT TO THE 23RD FLOOR,
SHE SHOWED ME THE ROPES, OUTRA VEZ, POR FAVOR,
PLAYED MAH-JONG WITH SOME OF HER FRIENDS,
I LET THEM WIN, JUST TO MAKE AMENDS.
AND THOUGHT I KNEW SHE WAS JUST A HUSTLER,
SHE TOLD ME TRUE THAT I’D PASSED MUSTER,
AND TOGETHER WE PLAYED THAT GREAT CHARADE,
WHERE EACH THOUGHT THE OTHER HAD BEEN OUTPLAYED.
RODE INTO TOWN ON THE LAST WAVE OF SUMMER,
SHE BLEW MY MIND WITH A CRÈME DE MENTHE HUMMER,
ROLLED OUT AGAIN ON THE RISING TIDE,
CARRIED A SMILE THAT I COULDN’T HIDE,
RODE INTO TOWN ON THE LAST WAVE OF SUMMER,
SHE BLEW MY MIND WITH A CRÈME DE MENTHE HUMMER,
ROLLED OUT AGAIN ON THE RISING TIDE,
CARRIED A SMILE THAT I COULDN’T HIDE,
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