vanessa's father, who to be alone, creating of art, which paint in a cottage made of stone. one day I inside, and I was unaware, of what I was to find, well the pictures opened up my mind. I saw sculptured of lovers intertwined, and on bodies he had signed his name, so I left place, with a different look upon my face. I was fifteen, he had a certain charm, the way he smiled at me, and the way he'd gently touch my arm. and somehow we would be alone, when it was to take me home and so we'd speed through the countryside, in his convertible ride. Vanessa's was driving me home at night, and I never said a word, oh but we just got here, her father, was driving me at night, when I think back to then, I would the days till I could see him again, oh no, oh no, oh no. another weekend, thoughts inside of me, is it Vanassa, I am really going there to see, I'd smoke a cigarette, I so secretly, but the it gently opened and he stood there smiling down at me. he pushed me backwards against the wall, I looked up cos hes so tall and then he stared my eyes, and me so hard, I cried. father, was sleeping with me at night, and I never a word, oh but somehow we just got here, her father, was with me at night, when I think to then, I would count the days till I could go there again, oh no oh no, oh no. The shaft of light would fall my skin, would seem sensual to him but I am too young to use these qualitiess, you bitch, I must be evil I be tainted, he breathed against the girl hes painted a times I gave up, and put out to him. now this is time, look back on history, oh and it seems so clear, has been planned out for me, my smiles at me, sends love for me to see, I can't my past, cos, vanassa's father is to me.