June Tabor 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.
