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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***