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.