Lyrics:

We went down
to the old part of town
by the stinking canal
and the cotton mill

Under a ghetto palm
with her bicycle shorts on
with a gesture she said to me:

'I really must confess
I'd like to get undressed
with you.'

And though the thought
had never really crossed my mind
Oh that was a line
So I went along.

We ran out
Under the turning leaves
The fetid earth
it was damp and cool
Well Autumn's feeble light
on her salty neck
all innocence, it was lost

I really must confess
I am feeling quite distressed
My stars are always crossed
And I have always taken
more than I have given back,
and as a matter of fact,
I've given nothing up