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 attentions 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 a 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, courtly dance?

Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne,

Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne.