The Guitar Lesson Lyrics

	作词 : Momus
	The pupil is twelve, attractive, withdrawn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 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

	zuo ci : Momus
	The pupil is twelve, attractive, withdrawn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 chill
	Shivers and buttons her coat
	I gently correct the curve of her back
	And open her book in the nowempty 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

	zuò cí : Momus
	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 chill
	Shivers and buttons her coat
	I gently correct the curve of her back
	And open her book in the nowempty 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

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