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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 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 thought 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.
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Lyrics: Frank Sinatra
