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We went down To the old part of town by the stinking canal 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 went
Out Under the turning leaves The fetid earth It was damp and cool
While 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 And I have always taken more than I have given
Back And as a matter of fact I've given nothing up." Break it down
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