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Woo
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 all over She's got a pink mailbox that she puts out front Garbage in, garbage out; she's gettin' 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 gettin' through and touchin' you
Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat Driftin' away when I'm talkin' and laughin' as we float I hear her whistle, that's how I know she's home Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home Force-fed, forced meds 'til I drop dead You can't defeat her, when you meet her, you'll get what I said The Lord knows there's a method to her madness But the Lord's joke is a boat in a sea of sadness
She doesn't know, but when she's gone, I sit and drink her perfume And I'm sure she's drinkin' too, but why, where, and what for, and who? And I'm solo rowin' on one side of the boat Lookin' up, throwin' 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?
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