Edith And The Kingpin (feat. Tina Turner)

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 Edith in the ring The passed-over girls are conferring The man with the diamond ring is purring All claws for now withdrawn One by one, they bring His renegade stories to her His crimes and his glories to her In challenge, they look on Women he has wanted, grow old too soon He tilts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