Girl Next Door

[Chorus]

It’s a song about girl the next door

I love the girl next door

The world’s next door

They see her- everybody melts

She’s the girl next door to everybody else

It’s a song is a song about the girl who sings

And every time you hear her sing

She sings for you

And you alone

And every other guy you know

She loves you back

She says she’s with it

Loves you back

But wait a minute

All along she loved ya back

Enough to put a dagger in it

Cause it's a song about girl the next door

I love the girl next door

The world’s next door

They see her- everybody melts

She’s the girl next door to everybody else

[Interlude]

So, funny story. I was was really into this girl, a great singer, and I had a musician friend who was really into the same girl. She ended up essentially playing us off eachother. But, we both had these songs that we were gonna do with her, so we just put 'em together

[Verse 1]

It’s like a fairy tale!

About little chickenhead

Thought the sky was falling

So she kicked it sick in bed

I came calling (she pretended she was dead)

Feeling she was healing but the ceiling fell instead!

Do you feel stellar in your skeleton?

Tell a guy you fell for him then tell him he’s irrelevant?

It’s evident you think you’re Helen of Troy

But you’re hell in a handbasket

Hell of a coy little Cruella de Vil

It’s fitting you fill in

Another filthy felony with every fella you thrill

You’re cellophane

But there’s a spell on us still

A man goes window shopping

And you sell him the sill

You give an illness that isn’t a silly pill or some silvery penicillin

Or pity gonna fulfill and so willing my pen is spilling I’m drilling my point until

The pen point’s dull

The end point’s still

In sight, i’m inside, i’m insisting

Get wise and quit with the lip synching

In christ you entice the quick kissing

Rise in a bathtub full of ice with a rib missing

It’s been decided

You can lie, but you can’t hide behind your eyelids

I provided rhymes and had to plan a hybrid

With the man that led this band who might have liked you more than I did

Or maybe as much

Cause baby that’s what

Make me want to laugh

Just, breaks me right in half cause

It really adds up

Dwelling on this sad stuff

Cellibacy mad sucks

When everybody tapped once

Including a best friend

Then one of my roommates

You said it was just then

But shit it was too late

So what’s your group rate

Cause we’ve waiting our turn

To watch you eat your words

And catch some heartburn

[Interlude]

I guess that's the problem, when you have a bunch of people who are artists. You end up falling in love because they're-- they're amazing, y'know you see them on stage, and it's too bad because she really does sing like an angel

[Verse 2]

(Here) is where you would have sung the verse

(Here) is where you’d have to catch a breath

(Here) is where you might forget the words

[haha] that where you’d laugh to fill the rest

(Here) is where you’d hit another high note

(Here) is where you’d make it pretty, shit if I don’t

(Here) is where we’d really try to be friends

Funny how the shallow girls end up off the deep end

(First) I met your ass last year

First day of class, you were mad sincere

(Then) you went and chose my friend for benefits

(Then) he did the same and said it was the end of it

(Then) funny thing, I got on TV

(Then) coincidentally you said you’d like to see me

(Then) you stood me up on just our second date

Out with mister music

(Then) you used him for a your serenade

[Chorus]

It’s a song about girl the next door

I love the girl next door

The world’s next door

They see her- everybody melts

She’s the girl next door to everybody else

It’s a song is a song about the girl who sings

And every time you hear her sing

She sings for you

And you alone

And every other guy you know

She loves you back

She says she’s with it

Loves you back

But wait a minute

All along she loved ya back

Enough to put a dagger in it

Cause it's a song about girl the next door

I love the girl next door

The world’s next door

They see her- everybody melts

She’s the girl next door to everybody else

[Outro]

Wooh! Ha ha! Top of the pops, dude. I feel like, my vocal chords are like, a free dove. I feel like a kastrati. Of course she did it with this one

I feel like, I feel free. Sing it Watsky