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 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 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, oh
 And Cindy tells me she's had fun
 Sitting backstage, someone's plus one
 Up in her room the records spin
 Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin
 But she lifts a sleeve and she sees a name
 And she's got a smile on her face
 And she's got a story you can't see
 It's just between that name and Cindy, oh
 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 it there, I fell from health
 Cut some fresh pieces from myself"
 And then, for a second, something in me
 Said, "Leave today. It's time, Holly", it's time
 Well, 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 a guest, I'm not a part
 With my tender head, with 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