"Happy Birthday Mr. Christian"

Late in my early teenage
I was considered fast
While some of the girls were failing
I passed in every class
Our principal’s name was Christian
And I played upon his fears
In exchange for my diploma
I loved him through the years

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Happy birthday Mr. Christian
What are we gonna do?
You want a teenage pastime
I want a love that’s true
A man in your position
Out to be ashamed
Happy birthday Mr. Christian
Why can’t you live up to your name?

I was only the first semester
My body developed quick
Compared to the size of my chest then
All the other girls looked sick
Mr. Christian stared at me always
Desire turned to pain
I suggested we go to his office
That’s when the lunch bell rang ha, ha

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Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la

Oh Mr. Christian you’re a bad boy
Why that’s not a pencil - shame!
Oh Mr. Christian you’re bad boy
Why can’t you live up to your name

We had our love down to an art form
Each act was like scenes from a play
With every lesson I gave him
Mr. Christian gave me an A
I graduated with honors
A riddle to everyone
Everyone except Christian
Mr. Christian, me and our son

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