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Vanessa's father, who liked to be
works of art
Which he'd paint in a made of stone

One day I crept inside, and I was
Of what I was going to
Well, the pictures they opened up my

I saw sculptures of young lovers
And on bodies he had signed his name
And so I left that
With a different upon my face

Well, I was fifteen, he had a certain
The way he at me
And the way that he'd touch my arm

And somehow we would always be
When it was to take me home
And so we'd through the countryside
In his convertible ride

Vanessa's father was driving me home at
And I never a word
Oh, but we just got here

Her father was driving me home at
When I back to then
I would count the days till I could go again
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no

Another weekend, strange inside of me
Is it whom I am
Really going to see

I'd smoke a cigarette, I so secretly
But the it gently opened
And he stood there smiling at me

Then he pushed me backwards against the
I looked up he's so tall
And he stared into my eyes
And me so hard, I cried

Vanessa's father was sleeping me at night
And I never a word
Oh, but somehow we just got

Her father, was sleeping with me at
When I back to then
I count the days till I could see him again
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no

The of light would fall against my skin
That would seem to him
But I am too to use these qualities

You bitch, I must be evil I must be
He breathed against the girl he's painted a thousand
I up and put out to him

Now this is present time, look back on
Oh, and it so clear
Everything has planned out for me

My smiles at me
love for me to see
I can't my past
'Cos father is married to me