Neighbour Neighbour Eddy Grant

Don't look out at me
From behind your blinds
Come on, now and see
What I am made of
I know you're pretty
And I can feel high
And I can do
Something with you

Neighbour, neighbour
Neighbour, neighbour
Neighbour, neighbour
Think I love you
Neighbour, neighbour
Neighbour, neighbour
Neighbour, neighbour
Think I love you

Looking at you
Oh, I can feel high
Looking at you
Do you feel my eyes?
Looking at you
Oh, I can feel high
Looking at you
Baby, do you feel my eyes?