Jealousy

O, jealousy O, jealousy Verse: is she fine so well bred the perfect girl a social deb? is she the sort you've always thought could make you what your not? Chorus: Verse: is she bright so well read are there novels by her bed? is she the sort you've always said could satisfy your head? Chorus: Verse: 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?