Thompson Richard Linda Pavanne lyrics

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