She's got stickers on her locker And the boy's number's there in magic marker I'm hungry and the hunger will linger I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers
Well, every morning I deliver the news Black hat, white shoes and I'm red allover She's got a big mailbox, that she puts up front Garbage in, garbage out, she's getting what she wants
Who's jealous, who's jealous, Who's jealous, who's jealous of who? If I get busy then I couldn't care less what you do But when I'm by myself I think of nothing else Than if a boy just might be Getting through and touching you
Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat Jumpin' and waving, I'm talking and laughing as we float I hear a whistle, that's how I know she's home Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home
Force fed, force mixed 'till I drop dead You can't defeat her, when you meet her you'll get what I said And Lord knows there's a method to her madness Bustin' those jokes as I float in a sea of sadness
She doesn't know but when she's gone, I sit and drink up a few I'm sure she's drinkin two, But wondering what, for and who And I'm solo rowin' on one side of the boat. Looking out, throwing up, a lifesaver down my throat
Who's jealous, who's jealous, Who's jealous, who's jealous of who? Who's jealous, who's jealous, Who's jealous, who's jealous of who? Who's jealous, who's jealous, Who's jealous, who's jealous of who?
Compositor: John Anthony White (BMI)Editores: Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI), Third String Tunes (BMI)Publicado em 2012ECAD verificado obra #16238881 e fonograma #54275321 em 29/Out/2024