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 baby)
She's my black-market baby (she's my baby)
She's a diamond who 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 baby)
She's my black-market baby (she's my baby)
She's a diamond who 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 baby)
She's my black-market baby (she's my baby)
She's a diamond who wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal

Well, she's whiskey in a teacup
She gives blondes a lousy name
She's a Bonzai Aphrodite
And a ticket back to Spain
She's a hard way to go
And there ain't no way to stop
Everytime you play the red the black is coming up

She's my black-market baby (she's my baby)
She's my black-market baby (she's my baby)
She's a diamond who wants to stay coal (she's my baby)
She wants to stay coal (she's my baby)
My baby wants to stay coal, coal, coal
My baby wants to stay coal

Copyright: JALMA MUSIC
Writer(s): KATHLEEN BRENNAN, THOMAS ALAN WAITS