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The Boy Next Door


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-five Kentington Avenue, and he lives at fifty-one-thirty-three.

How can I ignore the boy next door? I love him more than I can say.

Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me, and he never sees me glance his way.

And though I'm heart-sore, the boy next door, affection for me won't display, I just adore him, so I can't ignore him, the boy next door.

I just adore him, so I can't ignore him, the boy next door.