(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.