| There I was in uniform,
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| Looking at the art teacher
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| I was just a girl then
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| Never have I loved since then
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| He was not that much older than I was
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| He had taken our class to the Metropolitan Museum
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| He asked us what our favorite work of art was
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| But never could I tell him it was him
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| Oh, I wish I could tell him…
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| Oh, I wish I could have told him
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| I looked at the Rubens and Rembrandts,
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| I liked the John Singer Sargents.
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| He told me he liked Turner
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| Never have I turned since then
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| No, never have I turned to any other man
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| All this having been said
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| I married an executive company head
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| All this having been done
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| A Turner — I own one
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| Here I am in this uniformish, pant-suit sort of thing
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| Thinking of the art teacher
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| I was just a girl then;
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| Never have I loved since then
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| No, never have I loved
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| Any other man |