Girl Next DoorWatsky

[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