Jealousy boils inside me
Like an ugly green beast
He should be calling me baby
Or holding my hand at least
Horrible thoughts enter my head
A devious plot to recieve him
A plan to get him to share my bed
To preform some blissful sin
A tiny kiss upon his lips
Will forever make him mine
And if her heart stops or rips
Than that will be just fine
I know this may sound selfish
But I don't care if it does
In my success I'll relish
While she longs for what he was
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