Natalie Merchant - Jealousy lyrics

1-Ooh, jealousy

Ooh, my jealousy

Is she fine, so well-bred

The perfect girl, a social deb?

And is she the sort, that you've always thought

Could make, could make you what you're not?

Is she fine, so well-bred

The perfect girl, a social deb?

And is she the sort, that you've always thought

Could make, could make you what you're not?

Is she smart, so well-read

Are there books, are there novels by her bed?

And is she the sort that you've always said

Could satisfy your head?

Ooh, jealousy

La, la, la...ooh, my jealousy

Na, na, na, na...my jealousy

Does she talk, the way I do?

Is her voice, 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?