โหลดเพลง mp3 Red Hot in Black - Rod Stewart

Red Hot In Black - 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

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