| E | D | A | Bm | |
| Pavanne, cold steel | wom | an Pav | anne |
| E | A | E | D | C | E | |
| How do you | love a | woman with | eyes cold as the | barrel of her | gun |
| D | C | E | |
| Who's | never missed her | mark on any | one |
| Bm | F#m | E | Bm | F#m | E | |
| Pa | vanne, Pa | vanne, Pa | vanne |
| G | D | A | F#m | E | |
| Ca | sino doors | swing | open, the | rich men raise their | eyes |
| G | D | A | F#m | B | |
| They | say who | is this | beauty as | elegant as | ice |
| D | A/C# | Bm | G | |
| And | later there's an a | ccident, a | nother charge d' | affair |
| C | Bm | Am | Bm | |
| Is | lying in a | pool of blood, no | witness any | where |
| C | D | E | |
| And they | say she was a | hundred miles | away |
| C#m | B | A | E | |
| The | hotel | porter | saw her climb the | stairs |
| C#m | B | A | F#m | |
| And the | maid with | trembling | hands knows what to | say |
| B | E | B7 | |
| When the | judge says "Are your | sure," "I'm sure" she | swears |
| Chorus |
| 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 |
| C#m | B | A | E | |
| And they | say she | didn't | do it for the | money |
| C#m | B | A | F#m | |
| And they | say she | didn't | do it for a | man |
| B | E | B7 | |
| They | say that she | did it for the | pleasure, |
| F#m | B | B7 | |
| The | pleasure of the | mo | ment |
| Chorus |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |