To sir with love

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 It isn't easy, but I'll try If you wanted the sky I'd 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, what can I give you in return? 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 Ao mestre, com carinho Aqueles dias de estudante De contar mentiras, e roer unhas se fora Mas, em minha mente Sei que sempre, sobreviverão Mas como agradecer alguém Que te fez "crescer como gente" Não é fácil, mas vou tentar Se você quisesse o céu Eu escreveria nele com as estrelas A mil pés de altura Ao mestre, com carinho Chegou a hora De fechar os livros ... enquanto longos e últimos olhares Permanecem