I've always found my teachers depressing.
Before I know it she's on her knees,
And I'm on mine, begging her 'stop this, please!'
You're round here again,
But I don't think you ask for much.
We got caught up in a situation,
Her lips squeezed tihgt, she kills the conversation.
Wouldn't you know it, she's cocked her knees,
Take off that dress and hand it to me.
You're on your back again,
But I don't think you're deep enough.