Kinks - Art School Babe Lyrics
My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes,Painted face, egyptian eye-brows and bright red lipsPale white make-up, tight black skirts like juliette grecoAnd theres me quoting pretentious chat up linesFrom marcel proust, jean cocteau and jean-paul sartreSitting by a gasfire in a drafty bedsitThe art school babe quotes william blake and she rolls a jointAnd I think oh oh, Ive scored, start to make myself at homeBut the room starts moving as she starts to get me stonedI close my eyes and give in, the room goes in a spinMy lips are dry, I wander around with a ridiculous grinI grovel on the floor, I think yeah I think I can make herThen I wake up and realize Ive been kissing the refrigeratorArt school chaps with creative grand illusionsMy sketch pad at the ready, my eager charcoal in my handBoring the world for hours with political theoriesJust to impress anyone who listens while my art school babeJust puts another inch of make-up on her faceAnd she says to me:Arty farty, youll never fool your auntieWho knew you when you picked your nose and wet your pantsHow did she know that?Arty farty, I try to throw a partyTo impress my peers I struck a creative stanceArt school cat, ah, I was really on a missionI made my play for my art school babeBy humming jazz tunes with words by furlinghettiI thought I was ever so cool,But I was really such an obvious, pretentious, irritating little foolFor my art school babe
