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.)

[LUCKY]
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