Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone
But in my mind I know they will still live on and on
But how do you thank someone who's taken you from crayons to perfume? It isn't easy, but I'll try
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky
In letters that would soar a thousand feet high
'To Sir with love'
Those awkward years have hurried by, why did they fly away?
Why is it, Sir, children grow up to be people one day?
What takes the place of climbing trees
And dirty knees in the world outside?
What is there for you I can buy?
If you wanted the world I'd surround it with a wall
I'd scrawl these words with letters ten feet tall
'To Sir with love'