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Mr. David Hamilton is photographing me |
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Down among the lilies, down among the lilies |
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Shooting with his Hasselblad beneath a willow tree |
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One foot in the river, I'm bored and slightly chilly |
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Thursday goes and then Friday goes |
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And I long to strike another pose |
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Rain begins to patter on the leaves |
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Soft focus eroticism, art photography |
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Mr. David Hamilton and me |
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Mr. David Hamilton is photographing me |
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Like a pervert teacher with his languid creature |
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Sketching out an adolescent sexuality |
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Where Nature longs for Culture, Culture longs for Nature |
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His big umbrella flash gun goes |
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He comes to rearrange my clothes |
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I must ensure that my bare legs are seen |
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Romanticism, Classicism, Soft Pornography |
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Mr. David Hamilton and me |
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In the south of France I hear he keeps a house for waifs and strays |
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Where teenage girls like me can come and learn |
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Stay in bed till three o'clock and lounge about with nothing on |
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He only asks for photos in return |
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(Instrumental) |
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Member of the Royal Photography Society |
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Mr. David, really, don't you think it's silly |
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A tank of liquid nitrogen, a cloud of carbon snow |
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Just to gild the lily, just to gild the lily |
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But if this lazy suffering |
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Can bring erection to the lap |
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Of just one man, it hasn't been in vain |
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Mr. David Hamilton is photographing me |
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Leaves begin to patter in the rain |
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(Instrumental) |
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Sunday goes and then Monday goes |
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And I long to strike another pose |
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A cow begins to nibble at my dress |
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Romanticism, Classicism, Soft Pornography |
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Mr. David Hamilton, I guess |
