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"