A We went down E To the old part of town F#m By the stinking canal D The cotton mill Under a ghetto palm With her bicycle shorts on With a gesture She said to me D E F#m C#m I really must confess D Bm Iʼd to get undressed E With you Though the thought Had never really crossed my mind Oh, but that was lie So we went along We went out Under the turning leaves Fetted earth Was damp and cool Autumnʼs feeble lights On her salty neck All innocence was lost I really must confess Iʼm feeling quite distressed My stars are always crossed And I have alway taken More than I have given back And as a matter of fact Iʼve given nothing up