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When I was just a little kidYou became my very best friendSoon as I had done my choresI'd beat a path from our house to yoursOne Christmas we both asked for bikesOne in red, one blue and whiteI'll never forget that magic morn'My first ride from our house to yoursFrom our house to yoursTwenty-one mailboxes, twenty-one doorsFor ten years or moreIt was back and forth from our house to yoursOne summer we both had a crushOn a boy who lived down the road from usHe liked me but he liked you moreI watched him go from our house to yoursI remember the day you turned thirteenThought you had grown too old for meBut I taught you make-up, you taught me boysWe burned up the phone lines from our house to yoursFrom our house to yoursSeven numbers, twenty-one doorsFor ten years or moreI knew way from our house to yoursI'll never forget that awful dayWhen the moving van took you awayLetras de cancionesI cried till my eyes were red and soreFive hundred miles from our house to yoursIt had been a while since you crossed my mindThen a card in the mailbox at Christmas timeWith an evergreen wreath on a red front doorSaying lots of love from our house to yoursFrom our house to yoursToo many years, too many doorsBut for ten years or moreI knew the way from our house to yoursI knew the way from our house to yours From Letras Mania