Strange

The teacher loves me
Oh what is it she wants to do
I'm just a child
Four plus two
What is it she sees in me
Every morning you stop me
Just to talk and smile at me
You make me late
I get in trouble because of you
You were never able to
Never got the chance to
Now I'm a man
Thinking back
What a beautiful lady you were
But
I'm not a child anymore
You probably wouldn't want to

By:  Roger Harkness


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