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Natalie of Bath Beach, Brooklyn, 1953

La belle dame sans merci

Natalie of Bath Beach, Brooklyn, 1953

la belle dame sans merci

Natalie gave herself to every boy but me

Natalie, Natalie, la belle dame sans merci

I turned the age thirteen, in nineteen fifty-three

The rage, torrent of blood in my veins

Raging my arteries

Natalie, Natalie gave herself to every boy but me

Natalie, la belle dame sans merci

Gentle waves lapped the rocks of Gravesend Bay alee

Gulls swept up the wind and turned, drifted toward the sea

Natalie gave herself to every boy,

Every boy but me

La belle dame, la belle dame sans merci

Yes, there was a date, a date etched in memory

The Loews Oriental, I took her hand From Here to Eternity

I touched her shoulder in the dark,

Touched her neck she turned away from me,

The waves lapped up the misty shore, drifted toward the sea,

She placed her hand, her ivory hand on someone else’s knee,

Stalked my dreams, branded my dreams From Here to Eternity

Deborah Kerr wrapped her thighs, clung to the man, drifted out to sea

Natalie gave herself to every boy

Every boy but me

La belle dame, la belle dame sans merci

I walk along the shore now

Cuffs roll my ankle, roll up to my knee,

Lashed to the mast as Sirens call

Call from the misty sea,

Helen of Troy, Magdalene

The gray mist of the sea

The dreams of youth, the lies, the truth

Drift away from me

O Natalie still gives herself

To every boy but me

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