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I met her in a little French cafe, legs a young giraffe
She was sittin' readin' Baudelaire, not exactly working
She had a studio in St. Michel, crucifix around her
Che Guevara all over the wall, she stand the sun on her face

Hey boys, what a look, stop a train at feet
Matching hair, matching clothes and
Kinda like a tiger in
Red hot in black, red hot in

Kinda revolution through her veins, a radical from head to toe
The only record that she played was "Just like a Rolling Stone"
We started talking by the candlelight, her lips get to mine
[Incomprehensible] dancin' all around the room, helped by a of wine

Hey, boys, mystery, didn't even her name
One night in Paris, a girl like that
going home again
Red hot in black, red hot in

Oh, my, when I woke up, already gone out to work
My head was aching and my was scratched
never, never, never known a night like that

Took a walk the avenue, so in love and all confused
My plane was in a half an hour
would you have done in my shoes?

Hey, boys, so you see, I couldn't get her out of my
My regards to the folks back
I'm gonna spend time with red
Red hot in black, red hot in