Sixteen saltines. Jack white

Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat 

Jumpin’ and waving, I’m talking and laughing as we float 
I hear a whistle, that’s how I know she’s home 
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home!

Force fed, force mixed ’till I drop dead 

You can’t defeat her, when you meet her you’ll be what I said 
And Lord knows there’s a method to her madness 
Bustin’ those jokes as I float in a sea of sadness

Who's jealous? Who's jealous? Who's jealous? Who's jealous of who? 

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