that wink

you walked in that classroom,
red hair waving in the air,
all the girls jealous,
all the guys staring,
at you,
we were young and dumb,
just hitting puberity,
making jokes and playing,
no cares,
but we all had that crush,
the crush on you my,
eighth grade math teacher,

it was that wink,
you always gave us,
when we did good or,
when the end came,
and we left and,
you said bye,
now dont get me wrong,
i will have my own wife,
and loves but there ain't,
nothing like a first crush,
on you my eighth grade ,
math teacher,

i was a senior in high school,
the last time i saw you,
you were leaving to teach,
in a town called,
well i dont remember,
and you just had gotten married,
but when i saw you i went,
back to that boyhood crush on you,
my eighth grade math teacher,

it was that wink,
you gave us,
when ever we did something good,
or when the end came,
now honey don't get made,
at my eighth grade crush,
i had,
she was pretty,
and always nice,
that is why i blush
when i talk about my crush,
on my eighth grade math teacher,

well last i heard,
she was still teaching,
in a town,
unknown to me,
she was a mom,
a mom of two,
both in which,
she taught,
but i will always,
have that boyhood crush,
on my eighth grade math teacher,
mmmm,
-talking-honey your my only one.
no dont slam the...
please listen...
honey...