Lyrics:

I'm not used to this
I like it because it's different

Jealousy will get you nowhere
You oughta know by now
You're just diggin' a hole that won't let you go
And you might not want to anyhow
All the men that have wronged you
Wonder where you have gone to
But they have their own lives, they have their own wives
And they never even wrote a song for you, oh yeah, all right
Oh well, I throw my hands up into the fire
I listen to the Walkman when I'm tired
But you have been mistaken
I wasn't taken to the highschool choir
Yes, I think about it sometimes
I try to see if it rhymes
But I keep my head down and hold my chin up
See if you can add that to your list of my crimes

Well, one after another
From time to time
Come on baby, let's go
You gotta show me some kind of real, y'know, y'know
I throw my hands up into the fire
I listen to the Walkman when I'm tired
But you have been mistaken
I wasn't taken to the highschool choir
Yes, I think about it sometimes
I try to see if it rhymes
But I keep my head down and hold my chin up
See if you can add that to your list of my crimes