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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