Oddly necrophiliac imagery. Suppose pretty girls do indeed make graves. Creepy stuff, if oddly blackly, bleakly funny. Depends on our sense of humour, I suppose, your sex, and whether or not you like women. Definitely not normal imagery or thinking or adjectives: "jungle...graves...Bermuda Triangles." And isn't the start of This Charming Man about him losing his virginity at 13...to a man in the outdoors? Seem to recall reading that. Might well be wrong, it's a long time ago.
Have to say, though: "She wants it now/and she will not wait/but she's too rough/and I'm too delicate" is one of the best rhyming couplets I have ever heard, funny and cringe-worthy at the same time. Sounds like the same horrifying encounter from Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now: 'What she asked of me at the end of the day/Caligula would have blushed/"Oh you've been in the house too long," she said"/And I naturally fled.' Shrug. Have to say, though, I do love the song.
In the live version of the song below (and above), when he's singing, he looks to me like he's reliving shame and pain and traumatic psychosexual embarrassment, repeatedly covering his face at memories. It's almost painful to watch in itself. Or maybe the lighting was too bright.