Broughton
There's a place I go, not far from New Mexico
Where we party all night
Soon as I came from the city, it was
Bar room brawls and lazy nights
Why should I fight? When it's
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Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night
Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night
Burn the midnight oil, you're on foreign soil
That somehow makes it alright
It's a Bordello Night
It's the kind of place where a month is just
Twenty eight lazy days
To just whistle away, in this way
"Come to the dance?" she asked -
The seven veils or a saraband -
And a mystery romance. When it's . .