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