Texty: Okkervil River. A Girl In Port.

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes
Let fall your shirt
I'm not the ladykilling 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
Camdon 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 ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt
A girl in port

And Cindy tells me she's had fun
Sitting back stage
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
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 a part
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 ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt
A girl in port