Vanessa's father, he liked to be alone
Creating works of art, which he'd paint in a cottage made of stone
One day I crept inside, and I was unaware
of what I was gong to find, well the pictures they 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, with a different look upon my face.
Well I was fifteen and he had a certain charm,
The way he smiled at me and the way that he'd gently touch my arm,
And somehow we would always be alone
When it was time to take me home
And so we'd speed through the countryside
In his convertible we'd ride
Vanessa's father, was driving me home at night,
And I never said a word, oh but somehow we just got here,
Her father, was driving me home at night,
And when I think back to then,
I would count the days til I could go there again,
vanessa
unaware
touch
through
thoughts
thought
weekend
these
there
their
strange
stared
smoke
smiles
signed
sensual
sends
seems
would
sculptures
really
pushed
planned
looked
stone
regret
creating
thousand
secretly
cigarette
cottage
clear
lovers
charm
certain
shaft
could
driving
always
present
night
smiled
alone
light
which
think
against
again
kissed
bitch
backwards
qualities
countryside
works
count
convertible
painted
bodies
stood
speed
cause
times
different
everything
cried
fifteen
breathed
father
gently
smiling
going
intertwined
history
husband
crept
married
inside
sleeping
liked
young
never
opened
paint
somehow
pictures
another
place
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