Edith & The King Pin Songtext
von George Michael

One, two
One, two, three

Big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him
Plainclothes cops greet him
Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening

Sophomore jive
From victims of typewriters
Band sounds like typewriters
Big man, he′s not listening

His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does that hand desire
That he grips it so tight?

Edith in the ring
The passed over girls are conferring
The man with the diamond ring is purring
All claws for now withdrawn


And one by one they bring
His renegade stories to her
His crimes and his glories to her
In challenge they look on

Women he has taken grow old too soon
He tilts their tired faces
Gently to the spoon

Edith in his bed
A plane in the rain is humming
The wires in the walls are humming
Some song, some mysterious song

Bars in her head
Beating frantic and snowblind
Romantic and snowblind
She says his crime belongs

Edith and the Kingpin
Each with charm to sway
Are standing eye to eye
They dare not look away
You know they dare not look away
Dare not look away
To look away
Dare not look away