Well, she lifts her sleeve and she sees a name
Cut some fresh pieces from myself
Said leave today, it's time, Holly, it's time
She's telling me inside her car
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Well, she don't know who she wants to be
And then for a second something in me
Enough to hurt a girl in port
And Cindy tells me she's had fun
Oh, I'm a weak and lonely sort
Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone
Though I'm not sailing just for sport
These urgent lives press against me
She lay on her lawn, spun and alone
And if I knew I'd tell Marie
I'm not the lady-killing sort
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Made me empty, cold and clear
The winding streets of Camden Town
And she's got a story you can't see
I lost her there, I fell from hell
Up in her room the records spin
And she's got a smile on her face
Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin
My tender head with my easy heart
I'm not the lady-killing sort
I'm not the lady-killing sort
And before Holly made her way
Well, that's just between that name and Cindy
Upon Marie and her lacy clothes
And when the morning sun it rose
Sitting backstage, someone's plus one
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
Enough to hurt a girl in port
Over the sea and far away
I've come to feel out on the sea
Well, it lit her up, and she walked around
These several years out on the sea
Driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar
Pour yourself into me
I'm just aghast, I'm not apart
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
