It may not be physical,
You may not even get to touch her.
Kissing her would be a thing
You can't in your dreams imagine.
It happens in your dreams,
Just after the heaviest of meals.
In the staffroom you kiss
her. And her thighs you wish
(for) .
Might not even tell her
But every time she pass, mwaa.
Young and old school teacher,
That's my daughter teach her.
Teach her the world;
Teach her her pants to hold
tight. 'Cause if you don't, and differ,
That's a dream you defer.
My daughter's math teacher
Everyday you kid her
That without her sleeping
With you she's failing.
But that's just in your dreams;
Your staffroom dreams.
Teach her the world
please. And her pants to hold
(tight)
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