[00:40.59]The pupil is twelve, attractive withdrawn
[00:41.49]In a midnight blue school uniform
[00:49.17]Lips just a little too full for her face
[00:50.04]Distant eyes full of space
[00:50.58]In her posture no trace of coquette
[00:51.33]No defiance
[00:54.21]She fingers the frets looking forlorn
[00:55.62]Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn
[00:56.61]Starts as her mother comes into the room
[01:00.90]And the afternoon grows still
[01:01.53]And her mother feels a chill
[01:02.10]Shivers and buttons her coat
[01:04.32]I gently correct the curve of her back
[01:13.59]And open her book in the now empty flat
[01:14.40]At the classical piece I've had her prepare
[01:15.57]And her arms are bare as she plays
[01:16.26]And I draw back behind her ear
[01:25.14]A few strands of hair gone astray
[01:26.16]She shows me her bracelet, the lesson is done
[01:27.54]I turn it around between finger and thumb
[01:35.16]We sit face to face and it seems to me that
[01:37.50]Her face is the face of a cat
[01:41.85]And touching the place where her breasts will be
[01:42.78]I press my hand flat
[01:43.50]She comes into my lap, I turn her around
[01:48.60]Her hands clasp my neck and her feet skim the ground
[02:32.13]Her skirt travels up under my palm
[02:36.12]But the pupil sits looking so calm
[02:36.87]As if listening to the distant sound of a burglar alarm.
[02:43.11]What happened next it's hard to recall
[02:43.92]The guitar lesson left no traces at all
[02:44.76]Now from afar it seems to resemble
[02:50.01]A strange composition in oil
[02:50.64]Of a man, a guitar and an innocent little girl

The pupil is twelve, attractive withdrawn
In a midnight blue school uniform
Lips just a little too full for her face
Distant eyes full of space
In her posture no trace of coquette
No defiance
She fingers the frets looking forlorn
Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn
Starts as her mother comes into the room
And the afternoon grows still
And her mother feels a chill
Shivers and buttons her coat
I gently correct the curve of her back
And open her book in the now empty flat
At the classical piece I've had her prepare
And her arms are bare as she plays
And I draw back behind her ear
A few strands of hair gone astray
She shows me her bracelet, the lesson is done
I turn it around between finger and thumb
We sit face to face and it seems to me that
Her face is the face of a cat
And touching the place where her breasts will be
I press my hand flat
She comes into my lap, I turn her around
Her hands clasp my neck and her feet skim the ground
Her skirt travels up under my palm
But the pupil sits looking so calm
As if listening to the distant sound of a burglar alarm.
What happened next it's hard to recall
The guitar lesson left no traces at all
Now from afar it seems to resemble
A strange composition in oil
Of a man, a guitar and an innocent little girl