Ghetto Red Hot

Stewart Rod
 Every Beat Of My Heart
 Red Hot In Black
 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