Dixie babylon

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.