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O, jealousy
is she fine
so well bred
the perfect girl
a social deb
is she the sort
you've always thought
could make you
what you're not
o, jealousy
is she bright
so well read
are there novels
by here bed
is the sort
you've always said
could satisfy
your head
o, 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
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