The girl next door to me, Is an alien I think. She jumped across the border, And landed in my street.
She came from Mexico, And I donβt really know. But I heard the tale around our way, That the girl is good to go.
She sits there in the window, with her lamp light on, Sat at her computer naked, waiting for a download. The latest rock band and the latest song, She dreams of them at night when she is all alone.
I love you Mary Jane, The other guys may think youβre plain. But I know what your ***** mind is like, So you know I would never look away.