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