Who has never loved
The girl next door
Or the boy on the floor above them?
Tell me if you can
Are you the girl or man
Who never did adore
Either since or before
The boy next door
Or the girl on the floor above them
Or below (or perhaps the mezzanine)
Whether rich or poor
For better or worse
Just as if they were the first
That ever were cursed
With an instant yen
For the handsomest of men
Or the prettiest femme
They had ever seen?
Chorus: (rap)
This is the kind of question that upsets the digestion of anyone who ever loved
The girl next door or the boy on the floor above them
And if you knew the answer you’d fall into a trance or swoon before you discovered
That the girl next door or the boy on the floor above – adored you!
So if you’ve ever loved
The boy next door
Or girl on the floor above you
And if you have the nerve
To think that you deserve them
Go knock on either’s door
And say, I love you
And adore you, baby!
If you don’t know who I am
And you really give a damn,
Well, I’m the girl or man
Who lives next door
Or on the floor below or perhaps the mezzanine
Whichever floor it may be
I’m neither rich nor poor
Or better or worse
Than whoever was the first
Who happened to be cursed
With an instant yen
For the handsomest of men
Or the prettiest femme that they ever had seen!
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