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My art babe with your palette-knives and brushes,
face, egyptian eye-brows and bright red lips
Pale white make-up, tight black skirts like greco
And there's me quoting pretentious up lines
From marcel proust, jean and jean-paul sartre

Sitting by a gasfire in a bedsit
The art school babe william blake and she rolls a joint
And I think "oh oh, I've scored", start to make myself at
But the starts moving as she starts to get me stoned

I close my eyes and give in, the room in a spin
My lips are dry, I around with a ridiculous grin
I grovel on the floor, I think "yeah I I can make her"
Then I up and realize I've been kissing the refrigerator

Art school with creative grand illusions
My sketch pad at the ready, my eager in my hand
Boring the world for with political theories
Just to impress anyone who listens while my art babe
Just puts another inch of make-up on her

And she to me:
"arty farty, you'll never your auntie
Who knew you when you picked your and wet your pants"
How did she know
Arty farty, I try to throw a
To my peers I struck a creative stance

Art cat, ah, I was really on a mission
I my play for my art school babe
By humming jazz tunes with by furlinghetti
I thought I was so cool,
But I was really such an obvious, pretentious, little fool
For my art babe