Wake up in the morning
to a tequila sunrise
to quell the jackhammer in my brain
straining the hell out of my eyes
Getting ready for class
I don't care if I pass
Favorite professor today
I just enjoy her...assets.
Crave to take that teacher
for private lessons in the bleachers
a short skirt to her waist
the way she crosses her legs
She's never gonna make me beg
but holding back is such a waste.
Her lecture of the lips
jealous of the chalk
at her fingertips.
Its difficult to focus on the lesson
when I'm focused on her *******;
If she asks me a question
I just might start confessing.
The way those glasses frame that smile,
I don't think I can stand for a while.
And when we take that test
please don't walk past my desk
or those pheromones might drive me wild.
She knows how to wear those heels
deluding me on how I feel.
I need to go home and have another drink
and spend some time alone
to have another think
cause' now I see her every time blink.
I know, I know, I know
she doesn't feel same way
but she's been searching long and hard
for another Teacher's Aide.