Monday, May 11, 2009

One more try

And teacher

There are things

That I don't want to learn

Oh the last one I had

Made me cry

So I don't want to learn to

Hold you, touch you

Think that you're mine

Because it ain't no joy

For an uptown boy

Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

So when you say that you need me

That you'll never leave me

I know you're wrong, you're not that strong

Let me go

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