I love you, Miss Carruthers, although you must never know,
But I think about you every day and night.
You must have some emotions, but you never let them show.
To deny a love so strong just can't be right.

When you walk into the class with your books held in your arms
I imagine just how happy they must be.
What I'd give to be with them, to surrender to your charms.
to hear you whisper "I love you.  D'you love me?"

When you hand my homework back, and you've marked a question wrong,
I pretend the cross you've given me's a kiss.
I know it's very silly, but I'm happy all day long.
Though my mates would laugh at me, I love you, Miss.

In the front row I will sit, and I'll hang on all you say,
And I'll try to answer everything I can.
But I've tried to let you know in so many different ways
That I think perhaps there is another man!

When I lay awake each night, try to soothe my aching heart,
I start wondering if my love was meant to be.
But I know I'll love you always, as I have done from the start,
'Cause I love you very, very much, Miss C.