My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes
Painted face, Egyptian eyebrows and bright red lips
Pale white make-up, tight black skirts like Juliette Greco
And there's me quoting pretentious chat up lines
From Marcel Proust, Jean Cocteau and Jean-Paul Sartre
Sitting by a gasfire in a drafty bedsit
The art school babe quotes William Blake and she rolls a joint
And I think "Oh oh, I've scored", start to make myself at home
But the room starts moving as she starts to get me stoned
I close my eyes and give in, the room goes in a spin
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I grovel on the floor, I think ha ha ha "Yeah I think I can make her"
Then I wake up and realize I've been kissing the refrigerator
Art school chaps with creative grand illusions
And she says to me: "Arty farty, you'll never fool your Auntie
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Arty farty, I try to throw a party
To impress my peers I struck a creative stance
Art school cat, ah, I was really on a mission
For my art school babe