To Sir With Love
Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind, I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn't easy, but I'll try;
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would sour a thousand feet high, to Sir, with love
The time has come, for closing books and long last looks must end,
And as I leave, I know that I am leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong, and weak from strong,
That's a lot to learn. What, what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart, to Sir, with love