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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, ahh (Back at me) Ooh, ah, ah Ooh, ah, ah Ooh, ah, ahh The girl next door is me From Letras Mania