The Boy Next Door - Mel Torme

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 Kensington 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