After hours We rush down corridors Giggling like naughty schoolkids Who have the run of the school B
After hours We rush down corridors Giggling like naughty schoolkids Who have the run of the school Because tonight we do have the run of this school And we can do whatever we want In any of these empty classrooms On any of these shining desks And this room here looks good Teach me my lessons Sir -- source link
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