those school girl of telling tales and biting nails gone but in my mind i know they will still live on and on but how do you thanks someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume it isn't teasy but i'll try if you wanted the sky i'd 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
