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Young love, teacher's pet Cheeks flushed, apple red Ringing you every day Begging for a word of praise I've put aside my foolish games I run and hide and callin' names School's out, the bells'll ring Now's the time to teach me everything Teacher, teacher, tea...

Now I can remember like it was only yesterday Love was young and foolish like a little child at play But oh how love has changed - I never dreamed how easily For now I'm just a shadow of the boy I used to be Oh yeah And when I write the book about my lov...

The journalist writes down the things he remembers The things he forgets are the things that you feel Gets off on his own quotes and breaks into Thatcher I don't understand who will buy him a meal? Let's face it, I'm wrong again Let's face it, it's still...