From the album Larme de Crocodile (1997).
Mr. David Hamilton is photographing me
Down among the lillies, down among the lillies
Shooting with his Hasselblad beneath the willow tree
One foot in the river, I'm bored and slightly chilly
Thursday goes and then Friday goes
And I long to strike another pose
Rain begins to patter on the leaves
Soft focus eroticism, hard photography
Mr. David Hamilton and me
Mr. David Hamilton is photographing me
Like a pervert teacher with his languid creature
Sketching out on adolescent sexuality
When nature longs for culture, culture longs for nature
His big umbrella flash gun goes
He comes to rearrange my clothes
I must make sure that my big legs are seen
Romanticism, classicism, soft pornography
Mr. David Hamilton and me
In the south of France I hear
He keeps a house for waifs and strays
Where teenage girls like me can come and learn
Stay in bed til three o' clock
Or lounge about with nothing on
He only asks for photos in return
Member of the Royal Photographic Society
Mr. David, really, don't you think it's silly?
A tank of liquid nitrogen, a cloud of carbon snow
Just to gild the lilly, just to gild the lilly
But if this lazy suffering
Can bring erection to the lap
Of just one man, it hasn't been in vain
Mr. David Hamilton is photographing me
Leaves begin to patter on the rain
Sunday goes and then Monday goes
And I long to strike another pose
A cow begins to nibble at my dress
Romanticism, classicism, soft pornography
Mr. David Hamilton, I guess