Marble floors, big double doors, All you can have, yet you want more. Yearly trips, bikini dips, Driving me crazy, your brand new whip.
I wonder what it's like to live in the Heights With indoor pools and private schools Wonder if the couples have fancy fetishes Or get turned on by how good their credit is.
To once in a while with my countryclub memberships, Imagine the feel of a shoe that will never fit, To 'If that life of yours was mine' Then donate to a hungry smile
Maybe I will never know and stay inexperienced And I can't afford an obsession so mysterious, But since I won't get your life out of my head, I'll collect all my wonders and feed them instead To the green eyed monster that's under my bed.