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Red Hot in Black - Alternate Mix
Rod Stewart/Bob Ezrin/David TIckle
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Yeah
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I met her in a little French cafรฉ
Legs like a young giraffe
She was sitting reading Baudelaire
Not exactly working class
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She had a studio in St. Michel
Crucifix around her waist
Che Guevara all over the wall
She can't stand the sun in her face
Hey, boys, what a look
Stop a train at 50 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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Come on now
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Got a 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
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
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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
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Whoa
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Took a walk along the avenue
So in love and, oh, confused
My plane was leaving in half an hour
What would you have done in my shoes?
Hey, boys, so you see
I couldn't get her outta 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
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