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 I was going to find, the pictures they opened up my mind. I saw of young lovers intertwined, and on bodies he had signed his name, so I left that place, a different look upon my face. When I was fifteen, he had a 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 time to take me and so we'd speed through the countryside, in his convertible ride. father was driving me home at night, and I never a word, oh but somehow we just got here, her father, was me home at night, when I back to then, I would count the days till I could see him again, oh no, oh no, oh no. another weekend, thoughts inside of me, is it Vanassa, whom I am really going to see, I'd a cigarette, I thought so secretly, but the door it opened and he stood there smiling down at me. Then he pushed me backwards the wall, I looked up cos hes so tall and then he 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 seem to him but I am too young to use these qualitiess, you bitch, I must be I must be tainted, he breathed against the hes painted a thousand times I gave up, and put out to him. now is present time, look back on history, oh and it seems so clear, everything has been out for me, my husband at me, sends love for me to see, I can't my past, cos, vanassa's father is to me.