Hank Snow Mysterious Lady From St. Martinique Lyrics

Mysterious Lady From St. Martinique Lyrics

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...

[ guitar ]

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