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 boy, so you see  Couldn't get outa my head  My regards to the folks back home  Gonna spend some time with red  Red hot in black  Red hot in black