AN: This was written after a weekend with many Torchwood-/DW-episodes (and two British movies) on DVD. Well, I don't know…
The Girl Next Door
She used to be the girl next door - the girl gap-toothed, smiling and cute. I always wanted to marry her.
She used to be a policewoman, and I was so proud of her. Now, I have no idea, what she is doing all day long and at nights.
She used to be a party girl. We burned the candle at both ends – every now and then. Nowadays it seems that she has forgotten that I exist.
What happened? Was she kidnapped by aliens???
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She used to be MY girl next door. What the hell has she done to me?