Girl Next Door
There’s a girl who lives next door to me;
I see her every day.
She could be a model or a beauty Queen,
But she never looks my way.
She walks up and down the same old street,
With this look upon her face,
That tells me something is not quite right;
But what it is, I just couldn’t say.
All I know is, she is popular,
Because every day she gets into a different car.
Some say she used to be a talented actress,
She came here to become a star.
I wish I could give her the compassion she lacks.
They say all she knows is how to lie on her back;
But I can see in her something so hidden.
A beauty so stunning, it’s my little secret.
They call her a *****; I call her an angel.
They use her all day; her life is in danger.
But still every day she stands on her corner;
No love in her eyes, no love from her mother.
No hope left inside, she’s dead to the world,
As I walk past her again, the girl next door.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
