Dear jealous me I know you could be
turning round and round the city
Devoted to the modern plan of
going off to be witty
Caring for all the things we do
determined to be oh so pretty
Going through pain and under
character development with pity
And the train of all you do has
so derailed me
Should we care like you were told
it's still so lonely
But it's always understood we'd
have the phony
belief in you.