[ WP ] Turn your favourite song into a piece of prose/poetry without mentioning the song .

( This one's a two-fer. ) 
 
 The bell rang after forever. 
 
 `` We'll continue our Nabokov discussion tomorrow. Bring your books!'' I said to the students as they restlessly shuffled out of the room. 
 
 Except Jenny. 
 
 Every day, she would come to my desk at the end of class to... chat. I knew her reputation around school. She was a `` bad girl,'' and I knew how they got. It was clear that she had a thing for me, but she never acted on it until that day. 
 
 `` Hey, Mr. --'' 
 
 `` Jenny, do n't you have a bus to catch, or something?'' 
 
 `` Nope. I drive.'' 
 
 She stepped closer to my desk. 
 
 `` Jenny, I'm really busy, so...'' 
 
 She ever-so-subtly moved a piece of paper off my desk. 
 
 `` Oops. Let me get that for you.'' 
 
 I rolled my eyes. In a slow, exaggerated motion, she picked up the piece of paper, her short skirt revealing literally everything. 
 
 I can not stress this enough: I was in no way aroused. I was 28 and happily married, and she was a 16-year-old free ticket to jail. 
 
 `` Here you go,'' she said with a wink. 
 
 `` Ahem, thanks.'' 
 
 `` Tell me, being such a young teacher, do you ever feel --'' 
 
 `` Jenny,'' I paused, choosing my words carefully, `` I'm flattered, honestly, but...'' 
 
 She put her finger to my lips. `` Shhh. Stop talking,'' she ordered, her speaking voice now at an octave normally reserved for the bedroom. 
 
 `` Jenny, do n't stand so cl --'' 
 
 She pulled me into a deep kiss. Jenny, always an open page, was not one to wait to get what she wanted. I pushed her away immediately. 
 
 `` Jenny!'' 
 
 `` Here, call me.'' she grabbed arm and started writing: 8675... 
 
 I smacked her arm away and yelled, `` Get out!'' 
 
 `` See you tomorrow, teach!'' She said as she walked out the door with a noticeable swing in her hips. 
 
 I wiped her lipstick from my lips, and hoped no one had heard anything from the staff room.
