There on the bench you sit, fingers comb hair,|
hair smooth and glossy, a tiny curl there.
Cell phone to your ear...a friend, I can tell,
tell by sweet gestures and you smile to the cell.
Why can't I speak to you? Why am I shy?
Shy beyond reason...I don't know why.
Each day I watch as you go off to teach...
teach me, I'll pay you, two kisses for each.
My dreams, like castles, pie in the sky,
sky blue like your eyes, oh my, oh my!
Blue like those cornflowers, moistened with dew,
dew straight from heaven, where no one is blue.
Will you just glance at me, give me a thrill?
Thrill me, my princess, if only you will.
Oh, you just smiled at me...can it be so?
So what does that smile mean, oh, oh, oh.
Here comes your school bus, the one thing I fear,
fear that tomorrow I won't find you here.
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