Budapest

Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm G A Bm A I think she was a middle-distance runner... F#m G Bm A (the translation wasn't clear). F#m Em G Could be a budding stately hero. A D A International competition in a year. G A Bm A She was a good enough reason for a party... F#m G Bm A (well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile) F#m Em A while she ran a perfect circle. D A G Asus4 A G A And she wore a perfect smile Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm G A Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm in Budapest... hot night in Budapest. G A Bm A We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium... F#m G Bm A dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear. F#m Em G She was helping out at the back-stage... A D A stopping hearts and chilling beer. G A Bm A Yes, and her legs went on for ever. F#m G Bm A Like staring up at infinity F#m Em A through a wisp of cotton panty D A G Asus4 A G A along a skin of satin sea. Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm G A Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm G A in Budapest... hot night in Budapest. F#m D A Bm G A You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife. F#m D Feel it blowing from the sidefills. A G D Feel like you were playing for your life Esus4 (if not the money). Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm G A Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm hot 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 A (she didn't speak much anyway). F#m D She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich A G Bm and she poured sweet wine before we played. Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now.