Written by Benedick N. Damaso

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Teacher, teacher, I am sick

……But don’t call the doctor ‘cause his freak

……I don’t need him though I’m weak

……What I need is just your kiss

 

Teacher, teacher, I am mad

……‘Cause the doctor says I’m bad

……He doesn’t know that I’m in love

……That’s what making me so sad

 

Teacher, teacher, solve this maze

……Lend me please your saving  grace

……I just want there in your place

……And all I need is your embrace

 

Teacher, teacher, please be mine

……That will surely make me fine

……I will love you all the time

……Though I’m running out of rhyme

 

Teacher, teacher, seriously

……I love you with all honesty

……I want to be with you really

……To share this life eternally

 

 

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