Black Lady - Donna Summer

It was bad, really mean

She had the kind of reputation to make any woman scream

Late one night, when it wasn’t right

And he made a catch, and he meets his match

Black lady, black lady

She was mean, really bad

She was slender as a cat at night, she made the men go mad

Well her eyes were green, and her skin was soft

And the lady’s heart was as hard as rock

Black lady, black lady

You better beware, you better beware, you better beware

He tried to fight it, tried to win

But no matter where the poor man turned, the lady halted him

Her wish was his command, his life in her hands

And the death was slow, 'cause she won’t let go

Oh, Black lady, that black lady

She tried to win, tried to buy

She was out over him, 'cause he played all the cards just right

He laid out his hand like a winning man

With a smile so deep, she put him into a sleep

You know she won

Black lady, black lady

You better beware, you better beware

Black lady, you better beware

Black lady, black lady, black lady