The Girl Next Door

I peek out the window looking for a glimpse while hiding as I don’t want to be seen And I fantasize about the girl next door and I wonder what my actions mean I sit and dream watching others come and go all the while sitting in my chair Though I once had the courage to go speak to her I’m now afraid and it’s not fair I have a drink and light a smoke and watch this girl next door and I wonder well what could happen if I just said hi and the answer makes me hide some more I chastise myself for being weak as I sit and write out my feelings in prose When in my mind I’m walking over to her and introducing myself with a rose But that’s not what I do as I seldom mingle now and my neighbors think me a terrible bore And right they may be and though here I still sit I dream of talking to the girl next door