Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
Im not the ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt a girl in port
Maries gone blonde and lost a stone
She lay on her lawn, spun and alone
And, when the morning sun it rose
Upon Marie in her lacy clothes
It lit her up, and she walked around
The winding streets of Camden Town
She doesnt know who she wants to be
And if I knew, Id tell Marie
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
Im not the ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt a girl in port
Cindy tells me shes had fun
Sitting backstage, someones plus one
Up in her room the records spin
Needle in the grooves that shes worn thin
She lifts a sleeve and she sees a name
And shes got a smile on her face
And shes got a story you cant see
Its just between that name and Cindy
And before Holly made her way
Over the sea and far away
Shes telling me, inside her car
Driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar
I lost it there, I fell from health
Cut some fresh pieces from myself.
And then, for a second, something in me
Said, Leave today. Its time, Holly.
Well, Im a weak and lonely sort
Though Im not sailing just for sport
Ive come to feel, out on the sea
These urgent lives press against me
Im just a guest. Im not a part
With my tender head, with my easy heart
These several years out on the sea
Have 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
Im not the ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt a girl in port