<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=78683" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Budapest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think she was a middle-distance runner...<br>(the translation wasnt clear).<br>Could be a budding stately hero.<br>International competition in a year.<br>She was a good enough reason for a party...<br>(well, you couldnt keep up on a hard track mile)<br>While she ran a perfect circle.<br>And she wore a perfect smile<br>In budapest... hot night in budapest.<br>We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...<br>Dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.<br>She was helping out at the back-stage...<br>Stopping hearts and chilling beer.<br>Yes, and her legs went on for ever.<br>Like staring up at infinity<br>Through a wisp of cotton panty<br>Along a skin of satin sea.<br>Hot night in budapest.<br>You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.<br>Feel it blowing from the sidefills. feel like you were playing for your life<br>(if not the money).<br>Hot night in budapest.<br>She bent down to fill the ice box<br>And stuffed some more warm white wine in<br>Like some weird unearthly vision<br>Wearing only t-shirt, pants and skin.<br>You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle.<br>But the boys and me were heading west<br>So we left her to the late crew<br>And a hot night in budapest.<br>It was a hot night in budapest.<br>She didnt speak much english language...<br>(she didnt speak much anyway).<br>She wouldnt make love, but she could make good sandwich<br>And she poured sweet wine before we played.<br>Hey, budapest, cha, cha, cha. lets watch her now.<br>I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant.<br>She would have sent blue shivers down the wall.<br>But she didnt grace our table.<br>In fact, she wasnt there at all.<br>Yes, and her legs went on forever.<br>Like staring up at infinity.<br>Her heart was spinning to the west-lands<br>And she didnt care to be<br>That night in budapest.<br>Hot night in budapest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Jethro Tull - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=78683" data-title="Budapest" data-description="I think she was a middle-distance runner... (the translation wasnt clear). Could be a budding stately hero. International competition in a year. She was a good enough reason for a party... (well, you couldnt keep up on a hard track mile) While she..."></div> </div> </div>

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