Jealousy — Natalie Merchant

O, jealousy

is she fine so well bred the perfect girl a social deb?

is she the sort you've always thought could make you what you're not?

o, jealousy

is she bright so well read are there novels by here bed?

is the sort you've always said could satisfy your head?

o, my jealousy

does she talk the way I do is her voice reminding you of the promises the little white lies too sometimes, tell me while she's touching you just by mistake accidentally do you say my name?