Red Hot In Black

I met her in a little French cafe, legs like a young giraffe She was sittin' readin' Baudelaire, not exactly working cla*s 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 Kinda 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 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 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 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