vanessa's father, who to be alone, works of art, which he'd in a cottage made of stone. one day I inside, and I was unaware, of what I was to find, well the pictures they up my mind. I saw sculptured of young intertwined, and on their bodies he had his name, so I left that place, with a 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 we would always be alone, when it was time to me home and so we'd speed through the countryside, in his we'd ride. father was driving me home at night, and I never said a word, oh but we just got here, her father, was me home at night, when I think 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, whom I am 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 me backwards against the wall, I up cos hes so tall and then he stared into my eyes, and me so hard, I cried. Vanassa's father, was sleeping me at night, and I never said a word, oh but we just got here, her father, was sleeping 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 of light would fall against my skin, that seem sensual to him but I am too young to use these qualitiess, you bitch, I must be I must 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, has been planned out for me, my husband smiles at me, love for me to see, I regret my past, cos, father is married to me.