My Lovely Teacher of English
1. Her intonations and vast vocabs are so sharp
on this impossible slope, I’ll reduce the gap
such crush from all gives a sense of stability
she knows and is glad to flaunt her facilities
so attractive, her words are also voluptuous
satisfying my fantasies makes her virtuous
of my great lust, her strictness can never divest
she is the real deal, her teaching is just a vest
not just her covering, her charisma is ritzy
she seems to enjoy the flirts, so damn the courtesy.
Chorus
Don’t stop, stop, stop at teaching me
but show, show, show, show me how to love
just tell, tell, tell, tell it in English
you’ll make, make, make, make my wish come true.
2. From her red lips is the first time I heard ‘foreshore’
at exactly the hour my fantasies want more
just a teenager who’s quick to have a boner
begging the aunty in front to be the owner
though older, there are things that can make us even
remove four from eleven, we are at seven
exam’s near, pull me via my personal tow path
please ma’am, demonstrate as if you’re taking a bath
she distributes her soft attention evenly
all she wants is our fluency to become manly.
Chorus
Don’t stop, stop, stop at teaching me
but show, show, show, show me how to love
just tell, tell, tell, tell it in English
you’ll make, make, make, make my wish come true.
3. Her diligence has put my language in good nick
her tongue practicing of orals makes my soul sick
how can one being make a boring class assorted?
Practice makes perfect but with her, its distorted
every new hairstyle and fresh make up wet my gut
oh my God! I’m dying to be her prince consort
superior advantages over me please waive
I’ve grabbed all, let me show her my mind is no grave
the touch of grammar skill has placed her on demand
that strong beauty-waves have given her glow command.
Chorus
Don’t stop, stop, stop at teaching me
but show, show, show, show me how to love
just tell, tell, tell, tell it in English
you’ll make, make, make, make my wish come true.
4. Her time has given my mind an accent unknown
short time for my lust to call her heart through the phone
so free that in her fruit garden, I can plant wheat
making me lost to taste her waters with both feet
eyes and gestures’re enough to give silly praises
yes I am yet to be grown but not a nutcase
sweet and cute is a boyish advance so passive
nothing else she sees as glamorous and suasive
so hopeful to benefit from her secret grants
her rebuke tells, my good English is all she wants.
Chorus
Don’t stop, stop, stop at teaching me
but show, show, show, show me how to love
just tell, tell, tell, tell it in English
you’ll make, make, make, make my wish come true.
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