Red Hot In Black Lyrics - Rod Stewart

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 

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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