| There’s a girl next door to me who’s round the bend
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| But she wonders why she can’t make any friends
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| From her garden she could see me
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| In her silver-clad bikini
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| Singing, dancing round her fruit tree
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, can you hear me?
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, don’t come near me
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| Could I calm her down by throwing stones at her?
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| If only I could make the right approach to her
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| Think I’d rather tame a tiger
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| Turn those lemons into cider
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| Still I’d like to get beside her
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, can you hear me?
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, don’t come near me
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| Three o’clock in the morning
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| I could her her toneless singing
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| I could smell her lemon perfume in the air
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| I walked up to the window
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| In the hope that I might see her
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| Could the deadly shade of night still bring her there?
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, can you hear me?
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, don’t come near me
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| Morning came and into action went my plans
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| Went to meet her dressed in bright green underpants
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| I crept in and sang discreetly
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| Seemed to change her mind completely
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| Danced together singing sweetly
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, can you hear me?
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, don’t come near me
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, can you hear me?
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| Here we go round the lemon tree
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| Mister, don’t come near me |