The Boy Next Door
Quelle: Spotify
The moment I saw him smile,
I knew he was just my style.
My only regret is we've never met,
though I dream of him all the while.
But he doesn't know I exist
no matter how I may persist.
So it's clear to see, there's no hope for me,
though I live at fifty-one thirty-one Kensington Avenue,
and he lives at fifty-one thirty-three.
How can ignore the boy next door?
I love him more than I can say.
He doesn't try to please me,
doesn't even tease me,
and he never sees me glance his way.
And though I'm heartsore, the boy next door,
affection for me won't display.
I just adore him and I can't ignore him,
the boy next door.
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