[Chorus]
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It’s a song about girl the next door
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love the girl next door
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the world’s next door
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They see her- everybody melts
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She’s the girl next door to everybody everybody else
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It’s a song is a song about the girl who sings
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And every time you hear her sing
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she sings for you
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And you alone
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And every other guy you know
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She loves you back
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She says she’s with it
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loves you back
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but wait a minute
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all along she loved ya back
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enough to put a dagger in it
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(cause) This is a song about girl the next door
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I love the girl next door
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the world’s next door
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They see her- everybody melts
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She’s the girl next door to everybody everybody else
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[Verse 1]
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It’s like a fairy tale!
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about little chickenhead
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thought the sky was falling
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so she kicked it sick in bed
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I came calling (she pretended she was dead)
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feeling she was healing but the ceiling fell instead!
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you feel stellar in your skeleton?
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tell a guy you fell for him then tell him he’s irrelevant?
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It’s evident you think you’re helen of troy
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but you’re hell in a handbasket
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hell of a coy little cruella de vil
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If it’s fitting you fill in
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another filthy felony with every fella you thrill
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you’re cellophane
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but there’s a spell on us still
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a man goes window shopping
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and you sell him the sill
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you give an illness that isn’t a silly pill or some silvery penicillin
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or pity gonna fulfill and so willing my pen is spilling I’m drilling my point until
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the pen point’s dull
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the end point’s still
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in sight, I’m inside, I’m insisting
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get wise and quit with lip synching
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in christ you entice the quick kissing
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rise in a bathtub full of ice with a rib missing
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It’s been decided
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you can lie, but you can’t hide it behind your eyelids
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I provided rhymes and had to plan a hybrid
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with the man that led this band who might have liked you more than I did
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or maybe as much
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cause baby that’s what
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make me want to laugh
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just, breaks me right in half cause
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it really adds up
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dwelling on this sad stuff
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cellibacy mad sucks
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when everybody tapped once
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including a best friend
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then one of my roommates
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you said it was just then
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but shit it was too late
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So what’s your group rate
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cause we’ve waiting our turn
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to watch you eat your words
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and catch some heartburn
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[Verse 2]
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(here!) is where you would have sung the verse
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(here!) is where you’d have to catch you breath
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(here!) is where you might forget the words
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(haha) that where you’d laugh to fill the rest
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(here!) is where you’d hit another high note
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(here!) is where you’d make it pretty, shit if I don’t
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(here!) is where we’d really try to be friends
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funny how the shallow girls end up off the deep end
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(first) I met your ass last year
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first day of class, you were mad sincere
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(then) you went and chose my friend for benefits
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(then) he did the same and said it was the end of it
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(then) funny thing, I got up on the TV
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(then) coincidentally you said you’d like to see me
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(then) you stood me up on just our second date
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out with mister music
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(then) you used him for a your serenade
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[Chorus]
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The Girl Next Door (To Everybody Else)
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| Watsky |
