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 soar 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
Those awkward years have hurried by, why do they fly away?
Why is it Sir, children grow up to be people some day?
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world outside?
If you wanted the world I’d surround it with a wall
I’d scrawl these words with letters ten feet tall
To Sir, with love