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, but that was a lie So we went along We ran out under the turning leaves And the fetid earth, it was damp and cool Autumn's feeble light on her salty neck All innocence, it was lost I really must confess I'm feeling quite distressed, my stars are always crossed But I have always taken more than I have given back And as a matter of fact, I've given nothing up