Texty: George Michael. Other. Teacher.

I've had enough of danger
And people on the streets
I'm looking out for angels
Just trying to find some peace
And I think its time
That you let me know
So if you love me say you love me
But if you don't just let me go
Cos teacher there are things
That I don't wanna learn
And the last one I had made me cry
So I don't wanna learn to
Hold you touch you
Oh think that you're mine
Because there ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
When you were just a stranger
And I was at your feet
I didn't feel the danger
Now I feel the heat
That look in your eyes
Telling me you know
So you think that you love me
Know that you need me
I wrote this song
I know its wrong just let me go
And teacher there are things
That I don't wanna learn
Oh the last one I had made me cry
So I don't wanna learn to
Hold you touch you
Oh think that you're mine
Because there ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
So when you say that you need me
That you'll never leave me
I know your wrong
Your not that strong let me go
And teacher there are things
That I still have to learn
But the one thing I have
Is my pride?
Oh so I don't wanna learn to
Hold you touch you
Oh think that you're mine
Because there ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Who just isn't willing to try?
I'm so cold inside
Maybe just one more try

(Thanks to David Mortimer for these lyrics)