Man Next Door - UB40

There is a man that live next door In my neighborhood In my neighborhod And he gets me down He gets in so late at night Always a fuss and fight Always a fuss and fight All through the night I've got to get away from here This is not a place for me to stay I've got to take my family We'll find a quiet place Hear the pots and pans they fall Bang against my wall Bang against my wall No rest at all He gets in so late at night Always a fuss and fight Always a fuss and fight All through the night I've got to get away from here This is not a place for me to stay I've got to take my family We'll find a quiet place There is a man that live next door In my neighborhood In my neighborhood And he gets me down He gets in so late at night Always a fuss and fight Always a fuss and fight All through the night Got to get a way out Oh Oh, my, my mind

Red eyes, stumbling 'cross the road She's still wearing the same clothes Sipping on a cherry coke And I'm wondering Whatever happened to the girl next door? She's all grown up, she don't come home anymore I hear them talking when she's not around The sun goes down, she don't wanna be found (wanna be found) I might be high or half-asleep Maybe I'm just imagining But it's strange how much she looks like me Whatever happened to the girl next door? She's all grown up, she don't come home anymore I look at her and I'm all that I see She's in the mirror, looking back at me Back at me Ooh-ah-ah Ooh-ah-ah Ooh-ah-ah (Back at me) Ooh-ah-ah Ooh-ah-ah Ooh-ah-ah The girl next door is me

When you took me home You knew who you were taking Not some Debbie Debutant Standing in an apron, fryin' up your bacon My house and my mouth And my mind get kinda trashy I've never been to jail But hell, I wouldn't put it past me So, if you want the girl next door Some Virgin Mary metaphor Your cardboard cut-out on the wall Your paper or your Barbie doll With perfect hair and perfect dress I'm really just the perfect mess And I ain't nothing less or nothing more So, baby if you want the girl next door Then go next door and go right now And don't look back, don't turn around And don't call me when you get bored Yeah, if you want the girl next door Then go next door Sorry I ain't sorry But I ain't your Marsha Brady If I ever met her I bet she'd probably hate me 'Cause you'd wanna date me My heart and my head And my bed can get real twisted And you wouldn't be the first To think you're gonna go and fix it So, if you want the girl next door Some Virgin Mary metaphor Your cardboard cut-out on the wall Your paper or your Barbie doll With perfect hair and perfect dress I'm really just the perfect mess And I ain't nothing less or nothing more So, baby if you want the girl next door Then go next door and go right now And don't look back, don't turn around And don't call me when you get bored Yeah, if you want the girl next door Then go next door The thing that turns you on Is what you'll wanna change But you have a better chance Of slowing down a train If you want the girl next door Some Virgin Mary metaphor Your cardboard cut-out on the wall Your paper or your Barbie doll With perfect hair and perfect dress I'm really just the perfect mess And I ain't nothing less or nothing more So, baby if you want the girl next door Then go next door and go right now And don't look back, don't turn around And don't call me when you get bored Yeah, if you want the girl next door Then go next door

If I spoke in words you didn't understand Wouldn't that make me a better man Elocution class to lend a hand Get me a self-improvement plan I don't know, it seems to me Things I do best come easily I don't feel the need to say to you I'm better 'cause it isn't true Exquisite verse to higher the tone Performed in phrases not my own To hide the truth to I'll tell a lie With pictures from another's eye I don't know, it seems to me Things I do best come easily I don't feel the need to say to you I'm better 'cause it isn't true If I sport the latest cut of cloth Would you all assume I'd got some style And wear my hair just long enough To turn the fashion heads for a while A sports car sexy, slimline, fast Quick enough to hide my past Rich enough to open doors I never could unlock before I don't know, it seems to me Things I do best come easily I don't feel the need to say to you I'm better 'cause it isn't true If I sport the latest cut of cloth Would you all assume I'd got some style And wear my hair just long enough To turn the fashion heads for a while A sports car sexy, slimline, fast Quick enough to hide my past Rich enough to open doors I never could unlock before I don't know, it seems to me Things I do best come easily I don't feel the need to say to you I'm better 'cause it isn't true 'Cause it isn't true 'Cause it isn't true 'Cause it isn't true