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I live on the West side, she lives on the East side of the stree-ee-eet

 And though they say that East is East, and West is West,

 and never the twain shall meet

 Each morning I face her window, and pray that our love can be

Oh, she's my dream goddess, and her ruby lips are so div-i-ine

 And though her folks say we're too young, to know of love,

 I worship at her shrine

 Each morning I face her window, and pray that our love can be

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 Each morning I face her window, and pray that our love can be

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