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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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