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