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There's a girl next door to me who's round the bend |
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But she wonders why she can't make any friends |
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From her garden she could see me |
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In her silver-clad bikini |
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Singing, dancing round her fruit tree |
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Here we go round the lemon tree |
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Mister, can't you hear me |
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Here we go round the lemon tree |
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Mister, don't come near me |
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Could I calm her down by throwing stones at her |
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If only I could make the right approach to her |
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Think I'd rather tame a tiger |
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Turn those lemons into cider |
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Still I'd like to get beside her |
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(repeat) |
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Three o'clock in the morning |
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I could her her toneless singing |
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I could smell her lemon perfume in the air |
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I walked up to the window |
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In the hope that I might see her |
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Could the deadly shade of night still bring her there |
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(repeat) |
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Morning came and into action went my plans |
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Went to meet her dressed in bright green underpants |
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I crept in and sang discreetly |
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Seemed to change your mind discreetly |
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Danced together singing sweetly |
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(repeat and fade) |
