"jealousy is a disease"
and let me tell you, I'm very sick
he's not my property, nor my kid
but he got my name on his sleeve.
my perfume on his neck, clearly eating from my hand.
Our rings are made of steel
I'll break those chopsticks you call legs.
I'm shaped like a violin
don't try baby, you can't compare
don't bother darling, stay pressed
your efforts are miserabel
I'm his sweet miracle.