He wasnt loyal he wasnt so sincere
In jealous lonely silent fits I felt
He favoured red heads rudely would he leer
I praised her primps her sashay swift and svelte
Her vocal chords a certain whimsy dealt
High pitched and breathy lilted full on fry
Her little waist embarrassed by a belt
Exaggerated curves I crumbled by
I feared Id go insane I weathered why
Yes she had gifts this side of criminal
I was a mid of bookish mind and shy
I got along all right if minimal
Its not enough to know youre self aware
I stuck a passing male a sexy stare
Chorus aware cognizant heedful
