She may not be Marilyn Monroe. And she may not be the cutest girl I know. It's how she makes me feel not how she looks. One smile from her heart. That's all it took. The girl next door is not the girl next door. The girl next door is not the girl next door. The girl next door is not the girl next door. She's the girl I'd stay home for. If I had the courage I'd ring her bell. But if she answered what story would I tell. My window's become her picture frame. But this painting doesn't even have a name. The girl next door is not the girl next door. The girl next door is not the girl next door. The girl next door is not the girl next door. She's the girl I'd stay home for. She doesn't know that I'm breathing. She doesn't know that I'm alive. She doesn't know what I'm dreaming. When I see that she's turned out her lights. And does she see me like I see her. More than just the boy next door. More than just the boy next door. The girl next door is not the girl next door. The girl next door is not the girl next door. The girl next door is not the girl next door. The girl next door is not the girl next door. She doesn't know that I'm alive