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We were kissing behind the bike sheds 
The future Mrs Bronte and I 
Get yourselves up to see the head 
We heard our teacher cry.
The headmaster said I'd gone too far
Practicing to save my future wife
I really shouldn't have unhooked your bra
Or given you the kiss of life.

We stood in his room in front of head
Our eyes looking down, both our faces bright red
Darren shifted nervously from side to side
Don’t worry Darren one day I’ll be your bride
I begged the head please don’t make us cool our ardour
In our biology practical we’d been told to try much harder
He said 'I was young once I’ll give you one more chance
I can’t stand in the way of a budding new romance'

Our classmates asked but we wouldn't tell
What the headmaster had to say 
After school we stopped beside the wishing well
We passed along the way 
We kissed each other then kissed our penny
Then watched the penny fall 
The kisses we've shared over the years have been so many
We have no regrets at all.

16th May 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson

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