Those school girl 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 has taken you from crayons to perfume
It isn't easy but I'll tryyyyyyy
If you wanted the sky
I'd write across the sky in letters
that would sour 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 retuuuuurn
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.