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Thompson Richard Linda First Light Pavanne Pavanne, cold steel woman, Pavanne How do you love a woman With eyes cold as the barrel of her gun? Who's never missed her mark on anyone Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne Casino doors swing open, the rich men raise their eyes They say "Who is this beauty, as elegant as ice?" And later there's an accident, another charge d'affaires Is lying in a pool of blood, no witness anywhere And they say she was a hundred miles away The hotel porter saw her climb the stairs And the maid, with trembling hands, knows what to say When the judge says "Are you sure?", "I'm sure," she swears Pavanne, cold steel woman, Pavanne How do you love a woman With eyes cold as the barrel of her gun? Who's never missed her mark on anyone Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne At the presidential palace, a thousand people saw His Excellency leave his car and never make the door The blood flows from his fingers as he clutches at the stain He staggers like a drunken man lies twisted in the rain And they say she grew up well-provided for Her mother used to keep her boys for sure And father's close attention led to talk She learned to stab her food with a silver fork Pavanne, cold steel woman, Pavanne And they say she didn't do it for the money And they say she didn't do it for the man They say that she did it for the pleasure The pleasure of the moment Pavanne, cold steel woman, Pavanne How do you stop this woman When everyone is moving in a trance? Like prisoners of some slow portly dance Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne |
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