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, well the they opened up my mind. I saw sculptured of young 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 at me, and the way that he'd gently touch my arm. and we would always be alone, when it was to take me home and so we'd speed through the countryside, in his we'd ride. Vanessa's father was me home at night, and I never said a word, oh but somehow we got here, her father, was me home at night, when I think back to then, I count the days till I could see him again, oh no, oh no, oh no. another weekend, strange thoughts of me, is it Vanassa, I am really going there to see, I'd a cigarette, I thought so secretly, but the door it gently opened and he stood there down at me. he pushed me backwards against the wall, I looked up cos hes so tall and then he 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 back to then, I would the days till I could go there again, oh no oh no, oh no. The shaft of light fall against my skin, would seem sensual to him but I am too young to use these qualitiess, you bitch, I be evil I must be tainted, he breathed against the hes painted a thousand times I gave up, and put out to him. now this is present time, look on history, oh and it seems so clear, has been planned out for me, my husband smiles at me, sends for me to see, I regret my past, cos, vanassa's is married to me.