Vanessa's Father.

He liked to be alone

creating works of art

which he painted in a cottage made of stone

one day I crept inside

and I was unaware of what I was going to find

well the pictures opened up my mind

I saw sculptures of young lovers intertwined.

And on their bodies he had signed his name

and so I left that place w a different look upon my face.



When I was 15 and he a certain charm the way he smiled at me and the way he gently touched my arm.

And somehow we would always be alone

When it was time to take me home

and so we'd speed through the country side

In his convertable we'd ride.



Vanessa's Father was driving me home at night,

and I never said word oh but somehow we just got here.

Her father was driving me home at night

oh when I think back to then

I would count the days til I could go there again.

oh no oh no oh no



Another weekend.

Strange thoughts inside of me.

Is it vanessa whom, I am really going there to see

I'd smoke a ciggerette, I thought so secretly

but the door it gently opened and he stood there smiling down at me

then he pushed me backwards against the wall

I looked up cause he's so tall and then he stared into my eyes

and kissed me so hard I cried.



Vanessa's father was sleeping w me at night

and I never said a word but somehow we just got here

her father was sleeping w me at night

when I think back then, I would count the days I could see him again.

oh no oh no oh no



the shaft of lite would fall against my skin

that would seem sensual to him but I'm too young to use these qualities

you bet I must be evil I must be tainted

He'd breath against the girl he's paint