To Sir with Love

Said the Letter in my tray

It wasn’t for me

It was an Ode to Billie Joe,

I turned and left the building

On a dark and windy night

I wandered, lost and alone,

I saw a church full of people

I knelt at the back

And told God, I am a believer

I threw of the chains of sadness

I felt a spirit inside

Lighting my fire, with love and desire

I said something stupid

The congregation turned to me, and smiled

I was happy together with my new crowd

Singing and grooving,

I caught the light,

Reflections from a cross

Bearing Jesus, I sung and prayed

I can’t take my eyes off of you

I heard in my head

After all these years of sorrow

I held a little bit o’ soul still

The organist pulled me to the passage

Here eyes were open wide

She asked if I wanted to kiss her

I blushed, and looked back to the throng

She said I think we are alone now

And I respect you whether you do or you don’t

I felt I was made to love her

And went back to her flat up the road

 

In the morning I blushed when she woke

I mumbled as she took a toke

The smoke whispered around her hair

I felt maybe a morning romp

Could end this unexpected bliss

But the feelings weren’t mutual

And as she showed me the door

She said come back when you grow up

I thought no chance, I’d rather throw up

I said you’re a kind of a drag

In the morning you look an old hag

The raptures last night

Drunken by the incense and light

That sweet soul music

You in your organist’s tunic

Showed me the expressway to your heart

But I saw you had no soul, man

And whatever you feel in your life

It will be, never my love or me

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