Black Market Baby Tom Waits

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