vanessa's father

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

oh no

oh no

oh no. another weekend

strange thoughts inside of me

is it vanessa who i am really going there to see

i'd smoke a cigarette

i'd thought so secretly

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

and 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 with me at night

and i never said a word

oh but somehow we just got here

her father

was sleeping with me at night

and when i think back to then

i would count the days til i could see him again

oh no

oh no

oh no. the shaft of light would fall against my skin

that would seem sensual to him

but i'm too young to use these qualities

you bitch

i must be evil

i must be tained. he breathed against the girl

he's painted a thousand times

i give up

and put out to him. now this present time

look back on history

oh and it seems so clear

everything has been planned out for me

my husband smiles at me

sends love for me to see

i can't regret my past

cause vanessa's father

is married to me