## Metadata
**Caption:** funk rock, wah guitar, groove bass, smooth vocal, 1972, funky, male vocal
**BPM:** 300
**Duration:** 185.0s
**Key:** E minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
She walked into the diner like she owned the floor
Every head kept turning toward the swinging door
Wearing black like midnight, moving cool and slow
Nobody in that diner knew which way she'd go

[chorus]
Long, cool trouble in a black dress tonight
Long, cool trouble moving out of sight
She's a mystery wrapped in a velvet frame
Nobody ever catches up to learn her name

[verse]
Sirens started wailing somewhere down the street
She just kept on walking to a different beat
Left a trail of whispers rolling through the town
Long before the law could ever track her down

[chorus]
Long, cool trouble in a black dress tonight
Long, cool trouble moving out of sight
She's a mystery wrapped in a velvet frame
Nobody ever catches up to learn her name

[bridge]
Maybe she's an outlaw, maybe she's a queen
Maybe she's the wildest thing this town has seen
Either way she's gone before the morning light
Long, cool woman disappearing out of sight

[chorus]
Long, cool trouble in a black dress tonight
Long, cool trouble moving out of sight
She's a mystery wrapped in a velvet frame
Nobody ever catches up to learn her name