The Art Teacher
There I was in uniformLooking at the art teacherI was just a girl then;Never have I loved since then
He was not that much older than I wasHe had taken our class to the Metropolitan MuseumHe asked us what our favorite work of art was,But never could I tell it was himOh, I wish I could tell himOh, I wish I could have told him
I looked at the Rubens and RembrandtsI liked the John Singer SargentsHe told me he liked TurnerNever have I turned since thenNo, never have I turned to any other man
All this having been said,I married an executive company headAll this having been done, a Turner - I own oneHere I am in this uniformish, pant-suit sort of thing,Thinking of the art teacherI was just a girl then;Never have I loved since thenNo, never have I loved any other man