You can't walk there, it is my side of the street

That is my sidewalk, my grass and my beat

Your kids can't stand there, that is too near my door

I talk like this because I am a bore

So, you stay in your house on your side

I will sit in front of mine with my pride

I won't talk to you, and you not to me

Enemies of opposite sides we will be

Your life is good, just and happy

My life is lonely, dull and crappy

Why don't I have any friends like you?

Maybe I should see...

What is on your side of street too