The next time we pass in hallway or lift I might have to smile and stifle a blush School was long ago but I thrill at the sight of you here in a forest of towers delighted to glimpse a silver fox
The next time we pass in hallway or lift I might have to smile and stifle a blush School was long ago but I thrill at the sight of you here in a forest of towers delighted to glimpse a silver fox