Edith and the Kingpin

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All claws for now withdrawn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 taken 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 snowblind

Romantic and snowblind

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