| Lyrics: | (Hugh Martin, Ralph Blane)
[Recorded January 16, 1962, Los Angeles]
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. |
