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.