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 and her lacy clothes Well, it lit her up, and she walked around The winding streets of Camden Town Well, 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 plus one Up in her room the records spin Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin Well, she lifts her 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 Well, 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 And 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 apart 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 the girl in port --- A Girl in Port - Okkervil River