Frank Sinatra - The Girl Next Door

The moment I saw her smile,

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 Kensngton 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 though I'm heartsore,

the girl next door

Affection for me won't display.

I just adore her so I can't ignore her,

the girl next door.