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| All claws for now withdrawn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