Those school girl days
Of telling tales
And biting nails are gone
But in my mind
I know they will still live on and on

But how do you thank someone
Who has taken you from crayons to perfume

Oh, it isn't easy, but I'll try

If you wanted the sky
I would write across the sky in letters
That would soar a thousand feet high
To Sir, with love

The time has come
For closing books
And long last looks must end

And as I leave
I know that I am leaving my best friend

A friend who taught me right from wrong
And weak from strong
That's a lot to learn

What can I give you in return?

Ooh

If you wanted the moon I'd try to make a start
But I would rather you let me give my heart
To Sir, with love