Dynamite
A lady of the night
Was she dead, was she killed, was she killed, or was her relief?
Well, she was dynamite
She made me feel all right
I said, oh, smoke, I'm not the kind of dream you would have
It was a cold, cold night and the moon was bright
She smiled at me and I felt all right
She was dynamite
A lady of the night
Oh, she was standing there with her long black hair
Waiting for the man she wanted to kill
Till the morning died
My lady of the night
Well, she was dynamite
My lady of the night
Was she dead, was she killed, was she killed, was her relief?
Well, she was dynamite
She made me feel all right
I said, oh, smoke, I'm not the kind of dream you would have
She made me feel all right
I said, oh, smoke, I'm not the kind of dream she wanted to kill
Till the morning died
I said, oh, smoke, I'm not the kind of dream you would have
Well, she was dynamite
A lady of the night
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Was she dead, was she dead, was she dead, was that a dream?
Well, she was dynamite, she made me feel all right
I said, holy smoke, I never thought a dream could happen to me
There was a cool moon and the moon was bright
She smiled at me and I felt all right
She was dynamite, my lady of the night
Well, she was dynamite, my lady of the night