Pavanne Songtext
von Richard & Linda Thompson

Pavane
Cold steel woman
Pavane
How do you love a woman
With eyes cold as the barrel of her gun?
Who′s never missed her mark on anyone?
Pavane, pavane, pavane

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 chargé 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

Pavane
Cold steel woman
Pavane
How do you love a woman
With eyes cold as the barrel of her gun?
Who's never missed her mark on anyone?
Pavane, pavane, pavane

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


Pavane
Cold steel woman
Pavane

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

Pavane
Cold steel woman
Pavane
How do you stop this woman
When everyone is moving in trance
Like prisoners of some slow courtly dance?
Pavane, pavane, pavane
Pavane, pavane, pavane