DynamiteA lady of the nightWas she dead, was she killed, was she killed, or was her relief?Well, she was dynamiteShe made me feel all rightI said, oh, smoke, I'm not the kind of dream you would haveIt was a cold, cold night and the moon was brightShe smiled at me and I felt all rightShe was dynamiteA lady of the nightOh, she was standing there with her long black hairWaiting for the man she wanted to killTill the morning diedMy lady of the nightWell, she was dynamiteMy lady of the nightWas she dead, was she killed, was she killed, was her relief?Well, she was dynamiteShe made me feel all rightI said, oh, smoke, I'm not the kind of dream you would haveShe made me feel all rightI said, oh, smoke, I'm not the kind of dream she wanted to killTill the morning diedI said, oh, smoke, I'm not the kind of dream you would haveWell, she was dynamiteA lady of the night*Was she dead, was she dead, was she dead, was that a dream?Well, she was dynamite, she made me feel all rightI said, holy smoke, I never thought a dream could happen to meThere was a cool moon and the moon was brightShe smiled at me and I felt all rightShe was dynamite, my lady of the nightWell, she was dynamite, my lady of the night