| The moment I saw him smile
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| I knew he was just my style
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| My only regret is we’ve never met
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| Though I dream of him all the while
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| But he doesn’t know I exist
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| No matter how I may persist
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| So it’s clear to see there’s no hope for me
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| Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue
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| And he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three
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| How can I ignore the boy next door
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| I love him more than I can say
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| Doesn’t try to pleas me
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| Doesn’t evn tease me
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| And he never sees me glance his way
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| And though I’m heart-sore, the boy next door
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| Affection for me won’t display
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| I just adore him
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| So I can’t ignore him
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| The boy next door
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| I just adore him
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| So I can’t ignore him
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| The boy next door |