Autumn's feeble light on her salty neck
We went out under the turning leaves
Oh, but that was a lie, so we went along
I really must confess
The fetid earth was damp and cool
And I have always taken more than I have given back
All innocence, it was lost
I'm feeling quite distressed, my stars are always crossed
I'd like to get undressed with you
Under a ghetto palm with her bicycle shorts on
And though the thought had never really crossed my mind
I really must confess
With a gesture she said to me