Black-Hearted Woman
(The El Rio Café in Notting Hill
A murky basement with a largely black
Clientele wARD and CHRISTINE appear and
Rather tentatively sit at
A corner table wARD looks around, fascinated
There's a small band playing at the back
Of the room and the singer
A small, bald man with a neat
Goatee, ALOYSIUS "LUCKY"
GORDON, thirty-one
Launches into his number)
She is a black hearted woman
Don't be fooled
Her smile is smooth as peanut butter
She's just a black hearted woman
If I don't leave
I'm gonna end up in some gutter
She stеals my cash while I'm sleepin'
And it's me who does thе
Washin' and the sweepin'
She is a black hearted woman come a long way
From those dark and dirty ghettos
Just a black hearted woman she's the devil
In a pair of black stilettos
In time, my sad heart will shatter
But when we make love
It doesn't seem to matter
She is a black hearted woman
She will drink my last drop of Jamaica rum
She's just a black hearted woman
She would toss my car keys
In the river for fun
In time, my sad heart will shatter
But when we make love
It doesn't seem to matter