Jealous of Roses

You make remarks about the people

Who walk past your window arm-in-arm

You're even jealous of the roses that grow

In the garden of the house where nobody lives

You even say that there's a time and a place

For feeling happy

You speak of love as a symptom of conformity.

Oh oh oooh

You make remarks about the people

Who walk past your window arm-in-arm

You're even jealous of the roses that grow

In the garden of the house where nobody lives

You even say that there's a time and a place

For feeling happy

You speak of love as a symptom of conformity