Up Keyhole Street
There's a small house all painted white
That I walk past going home from my work at night
I shouldn't care knowing that she is there
Looking through my window
I see her face and my heart starts to race, somehow

Don't think she's noticed me, I'm just another boy (Don't think she's noticed me)
Oh, baby, can't you see, I want to bring (Oh, baby, can't you see)
Want to bring you joy
Want to bring you joy
Want to bring you joy
Want to bring you joy

Up Keyhole Street
I walk on by every single day
Hopin' she will see,
Oh oh oh, what she means to me
Oh oh oh, and I'll never be
Just another boy

Up Keyhole Street
There's the lamp post that I lean against
When I wait every single day just to see your face
Shall I knock upon the door?
If I do, she might say "no"
And I'll have to go home from Keyhole Street
Home from Keyhole Street
Home from Keyhole Street
Home from Keyhole Street.