Tom Waits — Black Market Baby

She lives in a house that's way back off the road There's a man with a lantern and he carries her soul A coal stove and a bed, a skillet and a hound She drove a camel through a needle in this sinking boardwalk town She's my black market baby She's my black market baby She's a diamond that wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal I swang out wide with her on hell's iron gate Anything that you wanted, you could have My eyes say their prayers to her, sailors ring her bell The way a moth mistakes a light bulb for the moon and goes to hell She's my black market baby She's my black market baby She's a diamond that wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal There's no prayer like desire, there's amnesia in her kiss She's a swan and a pistol and she will follow you like this In Moberly, Missouri at the Iroquois Hotel She checked in with the President and she ran up quite a bill She's my black market baby She's my black market baby She's a diamond that wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal She's whiskey in a teacup, she gives blondes a lousy name She's a bonsai Aphrodite and a ticket back to Spain She's a hard way to go, there ain't no way to stop Every time you play the red, the black is coming up She's my black market baby She's my black market baby She's a diamond that wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal Wants to stay coal