Budapest

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I think she was a middle-distance 
    Bm   A
runner...
F#m              G            Bm   A
    (the translation wasn't clear).
F#m                          Em   G
Could be a budding stately hero.
A                                
International competition in a 
D  A
year.
G                      A         
She was a good enough reason for 
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a party...
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(well, you couldn't keep up on a 
            Bm   A
hard track mile)
F#m       Em                 A
while she ran a perfect circle.
D                 A         G   
  And she wore a perfect smile
Asus4   A G A

         Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm  G     
in Budapest...           hot 
       A        Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm
night in Budapest.

               G           A
We had to cozzy up in the old 
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gymnasium...
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dusting off the mandolins and 
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checking on the gear.
F#m                      
She was helping out at the 
    Em             G
back-stage...
A                                
stopping hearts and chilling 
D  A
beer.
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G              A                 
Yes, and her legs went on for 
Bm   A
ever.
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Like staring up at infinity
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through a wisp of cotton panty
D        A             G   Asus4
along a skin of satin sea.
   A G A

         Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm  G     
in Budapest...           hot 
       A        Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm   G A
night in Budapest.

F#m                 D  A        
You could cut the heat, peel it 
    Bm      G       A
back with the wrong side of a knife.
F#m                          D
Feel it blowing from the sidefills.
    A                 G           
Feel like you were playing for 
      D
your life
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(if not the money).

         Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm  G     
                          hot 
       A        Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm
night in Budapest.

SAME PART 1

She bent down to fill the ice box
and stuffed some more warm white 
wine in
like some weird unearthly vision
wearing only T-shirt, pants and 
skin.
You know, it rippled, just a hint of
 muscle.
But the boys and me were heading 
west
so we left her to the late crew
and a hot night in Budapest.
It was a hot night in Budapest.

F#m                         D
She didn't speak much English 
language...
 A                     Bm   G    
(she didn't speak much anyway).
   A

F#m                           
She wouldn't make love, but she 
       D
could make good sandwich
A                        G       
and she poured sweet wine before 
      Bm
we played.

Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's 
watch her now.

I thought I saw her at the late 
night restaurant.
She would have sent blue shivers 
down the wall.
But she didn't grace our table.
In fact, she wasn't there at all.
Yes, and her legs went on forever.
Like staring up at infinity.
Her heart was spinning to the 
west-lands
and she didn't care to be
that night in Budapest.
Hot night in Budapest.