E G A B She's got stickers on her locker And the boy's number's there in magic marker I'm hungry and the hunger will linger C D 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 But when I'm by myself, I think of nothing else Than if a boy just might be gettin' through and touchin' you Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat Driftin' away when I'm talkin' and laughin' 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 till 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 drinkin' too But why, where, and what for, and whom? And I'm solo rowin' on one side of the boat Lookin' out, throwin' up, a lifesaver down my throat Who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous of who? Who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous of who? Who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous of who? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA B C D E G |