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?
Is she bright So well read Are there novels
By her bed?
Is she the sort You’ve always said Could satisfy
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
Accidently do you say my name?
—————————–| by Natalie Merchant, Tigerlily