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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



Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone

She's laying on her lawn spun and alone

And when the morning sun, it rose

Upon Marie and her lazy clothes

Then later on she walked around

The winding streets of Camden town

She don't 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 the girl in port



And she tells me she's had fun

Sitting backstage, someone's plus one

Up in her place the records spin

Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin

She lives asleep and she sees her name

And she's got a smile on her face

She's got a story you can't see

That's just between me and 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 the girl in port



And before Holly made her way

Over the sea and far away

She's telling me inside her car

Driving us back from crystal cornevar

WelI lost it then, well I fell from health

I cut fresh new pieces from myself

And for a second something in me

Said leave today it's time Holly

It's time



Well I'm a weak and lonely sort

But I'm not sailing just for sport

I've come to feel out on the sea

These urgent lies pressed against me

I'm just against, I'm not apart

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

I'm not the ladykilling sort

Enough to hurt the girl in port