paroles de chanson Ghetto Red Hot - Super Cat
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
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