The moment I saw her face, I knew she was just my style. My only regret is we've never met for I dream of her all the while, But she doesn't know I exist, no matter how I persist. So it's clear to see there's no hope for me, Though I live at fifty-one thirty-five Kensington Avenue, And she lives at fifty-one thirty three.
How can I ignore the girl next door, I love her more than I can say. Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me, And she never sees me glance her way. And I thought I'm heart sore, the girl next door Affection for me won't display. I just adore her so I can't ignore her, the girl next door.