Girl Next Door (The)

I want to marry the girl next door to me, she's the best thing that
I've ever seen in a pair of jeans she's just fantastic, wriggles her
bum like a live elastic band in my hand is where I want her to be or
not to be, that's the question on my lips is where I wish she was
kissing me in the back seat of her car.

Last week I asked her to a dance the last dance in my arms with her
charms all over me in the moonlight dancing in her hair is where my
hand would be if she would let me take her to the disco was all tickets
please let me in. But I went home alone.

Last June she sunbathed in her garden overlooks the top of my wardrobe,
I saw her tanning all the bits that she wont let me share with her life
must be so empty without me to hug and kiss her in my dreams have
brought me nought but pain this girl is driving me insane.

If only she would marry me she would see how happy she would be
ecstatically enraptured by my courteous and gentlemanly treatment of
her fetching little charms into her unsuspecting life would be a marvel
of delight and happiness has passed me by once more she's gone and
married Jim who lives next door.