When I was just a little kid
You became my very best friend
Soon as I had done my chores
I'd beat a path from our house to yours
One Christmas we both asked for bikes
One in red, one blue and white
I'll never forget that magic morn'
My first ride from our house to yours
mailboxes, twenty- one doors
It was back and forth from our
One summer we both had a crush
On a boy who lived down the road from us
He liked me but he liked you more
I watched him go from our house
Thought you had grown too old for me
But I taught you make- up,
We burned up the phone lines
Seven numbers, twenty- one doors
I knew way from our house
I'll never forget that awful
When the moving van took you away
I cried till my eyes were red and sore
Five hundred miles from our house
It had been a while since
Then a card in the mailbox
With an evergreen wreath on
Saying lots of love from our
Too many years, too many doors
But for ten years or more
I knew the way from our house