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

oh oh oooh