Natalie Merchant Jealousy
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 her bed? is she 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 accidently do you say my name?