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All claws for now withdrawn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