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 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 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 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 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 have made me empty cold and clear pour yourself into me 1