vanessa's father, who to be alone, works of art, which he'd paint in a cottage of stone. one day I inside, and I was unaware, of I was going to find, the pictures they opened up my mind. I saw of young lovers intertwined, and on their he had signed his name, so I that place, with a different look upon my face. When I was fifteen, he had a charm, the way he smiled at me, and the way that he'd 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 father was me home at night, and I never a word, oh but somehow we just got here, her father, was me home at night, I think back to then, I would count the days till I could see him again, oh no, oh no, oh no. another weekend, strange inside of me, is it Vanassa, I am really going there to see, I'd smoke a cigarette, I so secretly, but the door it gently opened and he there smiling down at me. Then he pushed me against the wall, I looked up cos hes so tall and he stared into my eyes, and me so hard, I cried. father, was sleeping with me at night, and I never said a word, oh but somehow we got here, her father, was with me at night, when I think back to then, I would count the days till I go there again, oh no oh no, oh no. The of light would fall against my skin, that would sensual to him but I am too young to use these qualitiess, you bitch, I must be evil I be tainted, he against the girl hes painted a thousand times I gave up, and put out to him. now this is present time, back on history, oh and it seems so clear, everything has planned out for me, my husband at me, sends love for me to see, I regret my past, cos, vanassa's father is to me.