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 ***** 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.