From the album Tigerlily
Oh, jealousy! Is she fine, so well bred, the perfect girl, a social deb? Is she the sort that you’ve always thought could make you what you’re not?
Oh, jealousy! Is she bright, so well read, are there novels by her bed? Is she the sort you’ve always said could satisfy your head?
Oh, my jealousy! Does she talk the way I do? Is her voice reminding you of the promises (the little white lies too). Sometimes, tell me, while she’s touching you just by mistake, accidentally do you say my name?
Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride ©1995