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