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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CHORUS
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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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CHORUS
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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 her mind completely
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Danced together singing sweetly
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CHORUS
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CHORUS
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(Here We Go Round) The Lemon Tree
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Electric Light Orchestra |