A Girl In Port

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt

Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt

I'm not the lady killing sort

Enough to hurt a girl in port

Marie's gone blonde and lost her store

She lay on her lawn, spun and alone

And when the morning sun it rose

Upon Marie and her lacy clothes

It lit her up as she walked around

The windy streets of Camden Town

She don't know who she wants to be

And if I knew I'd tell Marie

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt

Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt

I'm not the lady killing sort

Enough to hurt a girl in port

And Cindy tells me she's had fun

Sitting backstage, someone's first one

Up in her room the records spin

A needle in the grooves and she's worn thin

When she lifts the sleeve and sees a name

She's got a smile on her face

She's got a story you can't see

That's just between that name and Cindy

And before Holly made her way

Over the sea and far away

She's telling me inside her car

Driving us back from the Crystal Corner Bar

"I lost her there, I fell from hell

Cut some fresh pieces from myself

Then for a second something in me

Said leave today, it's time, Holly, it's time"

Oh, I'm a weak and lonely sort

Though I'm not sailing just for sport

I've come to feel out on the sea

These urgent lives press against me

I'm just aghast, I'm not a part

My tender head or my easy heart

These several years out on the sea

Made me empty cold and clear, pour yourself into me

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt

Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt

I'm not the lady killing sort

Enough to hurt a girl in port