Oh, I'm a weak and lonely sort
And then for a second something in me

These urgent lives press against me
And Cindy tells me she's had fun
And she's got a story you can't see
And if I knew I'd tell Marie
Though I'm not sailing just for sport
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Pour yourself into me
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
And when the morning sun it rose
Well, she don't know who she wants to be
I'm not the lady-killing sort
Driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar

And she's got a smile on her face
I'm not the lady-killing sort

Well, that's just between that name and Cindy
Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin
Upon Marie and her lacy clothes
Enough to hurt a girl in port
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the lady-killing sort
I've come to feel out on the sea

Over the sea and far away
Sitting backstage, someone's plus one
Well, she lifts her sleeve and she sees a name
Enough to hurt a girl in port
The winding streets of Camden Town

I lost her there, I fell from hell

Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone
She lay on her lawn, spun and alone
Made me empty, cold and clear
Said leave today, it's time, Holly, it's time
These several years out on the sea
She's telling me inside her car
My tender head with my easy heart
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
Enough to hurt the girl in port
Well, it lit her up, and she walked around

And before Holly made her way
Up in her room the records spin
I'm just aghast, I'm not apart
Cut some fresh pieces from myself