You're such a beautiful writer,
That's not all you are!
I'm sorry about making a pass,
It was subtle, but I think, that you guess
The meaning intended.
I can be a friend to you,
I won't pretend.
I'm not interested in breaking your heart.
It's not love, no, it's nothing like that.
I'll leave that to lookers like him.
Oh, he's such a delicate thing.
Now it's such a fragile thing, that we have.
I should be suspended from class.
I don't know my elbow from my arse.
I should be suspended from class.
We could go out dancing
But, in truth it is the last thing that I have on my mind.
Just say, if I'm way out of line,
I won't need telling twice.
Now he wants to kiss,
He says he can't resist.
You're going to have to keep it hidden inside!
I have feeling that pigs might fly, might fly.
I should be suspended from class.
I don't know my elbow from my arse.
I should be suspended from class.
I don't know my elbow from my arse.
You're such a beautiful writer,
That's not all you are!
I'm sorry about making a pass,
It was subtle, but I think, that you guess
The meaning intended.
I should be suspended from class.
I don't know my elbow from my arse.
I should be suspended from class.
I don't know my elbow from my arse.
Writer(s): Tracyanne Campbell
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