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 meI 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 alongWe went out under the turning leaves
The fetid earth was damp and cool
Autumn's feeble light on her salty neck
All innocence, it was lostI really must confess
I'm 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.
Songwriters
LOWERY, DAVID CHARLES/HICKMAN, JOHNPublished by
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