She's got stickers on her locker

And the boys' 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 getting 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 getting through and touching you

Spike 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

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 drinking too, but why, where and what for and who?

And I'm solo rowing on one side of the boat.

Looking up, throwing up, a lifesaver down my throat

Who's jealous? who's jealous? who's jealous? who's jealous of who? [x3]