| Dear Jean, Dear Jean
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| Can I appeal to your better nature?
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| I’m not the boy I was a week or two ago
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| I lost my head halfway through your lecture
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| I blew a fuse but how were you to know
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| Dear Jean
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| You should report this bizarre behaviour
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| Puff out your rosy reds, and blow me away
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| One little smile you could be my saviour
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| I’d be teacher’s pet if you asked me to stay
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| Dear Jean
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| I nearly died when I first set eyes on your fulsome fig
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| Even your teeth are geometry, on your lobes I linger
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| Each night mother Moon sees me stealing by your ro
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| I can hear you breathing
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| I close my eyes, there’s a tingle in my thigh
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| Are those fingers teasing
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| I’m nervous, he’s nervous, I’m nervous, silly me
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| He’s nervous, I’m nervous, he’s nervous, so tell me
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| Dear Jean
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| Dear Jean
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| I’m amateur, but I know you can teach me
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| I may be green, but I’m ready to learn
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| And if you want me to surrender completely
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| Take off your mortar board and make me a man
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| Dear Jean
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| I can’t believe, do my eyes deceive, is the door wide open?
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| Here I go, standing on tippy toe, happy heart full of hoping
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| Oh but what can I do? |
| I’m my own poor fool
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| Now my dreams come crashing
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| As you share all the joys with my own head-boy
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| In a scene full of passion
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| I’m nervous, he’s nervous, I’m nervous, what a fool
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| He’s nervous, I’m nervous, a nervous little fool
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| Dear Jean, Dear Jean. |
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