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We went down
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To the old part of town
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By the stinking canal
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The cotton mill
Under a ghetto palm
With her bicycle shorts on
With a gesture
She said to me
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I really must confess
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Iʼd to get undressed
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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
