David Hinds
CHORUS
Iâve got a crush on my
School Teacher
Iâve got a crush on my
School Teacher
Here I am
With a book and a pen in my hand
Surrounded by confusion
When she passed by my desk
Iâm like a nervous wreck
Lapsing concentration
You donât know how I feel
No you donât know
Beauty makes me
Beauty makes me weak
You donât know how I feel
No you donât know
Girl I love to
Girl I love to squeeze
CHORUS
Iâve got a crush on my
School Teacher
Iâve got a crush on my
School Teacher
You donât know how I feel
No you donât know
Beauty makes me
Beauty makes me weak
You donât know how I feel
No you donât know
Girl I love to
Girl I love to squeeze..Heh
CHORUS
Iâve got a crush on my
School Teacher
Iâve got a crush on my
School Teacher
A school boyâs crush for
A teacher he loves so much
So much for me to bear
Children laugh and
It echoes around the class
The last to know is Teacher
You donât talk of cradle snatching
I donât care who is watching
Beauty makes me weak at the knees...Yeh
Sheâs the girl
That Iâm longing to squeeze
Girl I love to
CHORUS
Iâve got a crush on my
School Teacher
Iâve got a crush on my
School Teacher
Love donât know whatâs right from wrong
Gave you my love
You turned away
âCause your love donât know
Whatâs right from wrong
I gave you my love
You turned away
âCause your love donât know
Age is just a number
And your love donât know
Whatâs right from wrong
Age is just a number
And your love donât know
Whatâs right from wrong