The way I view my teacher’s spare time
When she’s at home thinking no crime,
When she’s undressing in the mirror hall
Still thinking it is no crime at all
When she invites me home for a tea
And teaches me that all we are is free
When she invites me home for a drink
She teaches me I have to stop to think.
When she is buying men and things like that
Against a very heavy cigarette,
She doesn’t think a baby from her class
Can get along her almighty ass.