She's got stickers on her locker
And the boy's numbers 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
And when I'm by myself
I think of nothing else than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you
Spiked heels make a hole in a life boat
Drifting away when I'm talking and laughing as we float
I hear her whistle
That's how I know she's home
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home
Forced-fed, forced-med til 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
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
I'm sure she's drinking too but why, where, what for, and who
And I'm solo-rowing
On one side of the boat
Looking up, throwing up, a life-saver down my throat
Who's jealous
Who's jealous
Who's jealous
Who's jealous of who (×3)