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Red Hot In Black (Alternate Mix)

I met her in a little French cafe, legs like a young giraffe

She was sittin' readin' Baudelaire, not exactly working class

She had a studio in St. Michel, crucifix around her waist

Che Guevara all over the wall, she can't stand the sun on her faceHey boys, what a look, stop a train at fifty feet

Matching hair, matching clothes and eyes

Kinda like a tiger in heat

Red hot in black, red hot in blackKinda revolution running through her veins, a radical from head to toe

The only record that she ever played was "Just like a Rolling Stone"

We started talking by the candlelight, her lips get closer to mine

[Incomprehensible] dancin' all around the room, helped by a bottle of wineHey, boys, mystery, didn't even know her name

One night in Paris, with a girl like that

Never going home again

Red hot in black, red hot in blackOh, my, when I woke up, she'd already gone out to work

My head was aching and my back was scratched

I've never, never, never known a night like thatTook a walk along the avenue, so in love and all confused

My plane was leaving in a half an hour

What would you have done in my shoes?Hey, boys, so you see, I couldn't get her out of my head

My regards to the folks back home

I'm gonna spend some time with red

Red hot in black, red hot in black

Songwriters

STEWART, ROD/CREGAN, JIM/SAVIGAR, KEVINPublished by

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