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