Mysterious Lady From St. Martinique Lyrics - Hank Snow

Here she comes the mysterious lady from St Martinique 

When she goes a strollin' the eyes are all rollin' at her for a peek 

When she goes a walkin' the island starts talkin' admiring the golden physique 

Of the mysterious lady from St Martinique 

Hey what is she doin' and who is she wooin' that's what we'd all like to know 

Buyin' papyas while all of our eyes are on her from her head to toe 

And who is she winin' and who is she dinin' down in her shack by the sea 

Nobody knows it and she never shows it she's spreadin' her table for me 

Here she comes the mysterious lady... 

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Who is she seein' how cruel she is bein' about our secret affair 

No one suspects me she even protects me from men knowin' I'm goin' there 

I schetch the features while she sweetly teaches me how to pour rum over ice 

She tries to hide it and I don't confide it but my love the lady is mine 

Here she comes the mysterious lady... 

The mysterious lady from St Martinique