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