Dear Jean

Dear Jean, Dear Jean 
Can I appeal to your better nature? 
I'm not the boy I was a week or two ago. 
I lost my head halfway through your lecture, 
I blew a fuse but how were you to know 
Dear Jean 
You should report this bizarre behaviour 
Puff out your rosy reds, and blow me away 
One little smile you could be my saviour 
I'd be teacher's pet if you asked me to stay 
Dear Jean 
I nearly died when I first set eyes on your fulsome fig 
Even your teeth are geometry, on your lobes I linger 
Each night mother Moon sees me stealing by your ro 
I can hear you breathing, 
I close my eyes, there's a tingle in my thigh, 
are those fingers teasing 
I'm nervous, he's nervous, I'm nervous, silly me. 
He's nervous, I'm nervous, he's nervous, so tell me, 
Dear Jean 
Dear Jean 
I'm amateur, but I know you can teach me, 
I may be green, but I'm ready to learn. 
And if you want me to surrender completely 
Take off your mortar board and make me a man 
Dear Jean 
I can't believe, do my eyes deceive, is the door wide open? 
Here I go, standing on tippy toe, happy heart full of hoping. 
Oh but what can I do? I'm my own poor fool, 
now my dreams come crashing 
As you share all the joys with my own head-boy 
in a scene full of passion 
I'm nervous, he's nervous, I'm nervous, what a fool. 
He's nervous, I'm nervous, a nervous little fool. 
Dear Jean, Dear Jean .. ......