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The big man arrives |
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Disco dancers greet him |
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Plainclothes cops greet him |
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Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening |
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Sophomore jive |
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From victims of typewriters |
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The band sounds like typewriters |
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The big man he's not listening |
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His eyes hold Edith |
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His left hand holds his right |
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What does that hand desire |
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That he grips it so tight |
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Edith in the ring |
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The passed over girls are conferring |
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The man with the diamond ring is purring |
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All claws for now withdrawn |
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One by one they bring |
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His renegade stories to her |
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His crimes and his glories to her |
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In challenge they look on |
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Women he has taken grow old too soon |
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He tilts their tired faces |
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Gently to the spoon |
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Edith in his bed |
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A plane in the rain is humming |
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The wires in the walls are humming |
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Some song some mysterious song |
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Bars in her head |
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Beating frantic and snowblind |
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Romantic and snowblind |
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She says his crime belongs |
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Edith and the Kingpin |
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Each with charm to sway |
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Are staring eye to eye |
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They dare not look away |
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You know they dare not look away |
