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Red Hot in Black

Rod Stewart19 May 2009

Red Hot in Black Lyrics

Red Hot In Black - Rod Stewart (洛德.斯蒂沃特)

I met her in a little French cafe

 

Legs like a young giraffe

 

She was sitting reading 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 face

 

Hey 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 black

 

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

 

We started dancing all around the room

 

Helped by a bottle of wine

 

Hey 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 black

 

Oh my when I woke up

She'd already gone out to her work

 

My head was aching and my back was scratched

I've never never never known a night like that

 

Took a walk along the avenue

 

So in love and so confused

 

My plane was leaving in half an hour

What would you have done in my shoes

 

Hey boys so you see

Couldn't get her outa my head

 

My regards to the folks back home

Gonna spend some time with red

Red hot in black

 

Red hot in black

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***