I Still Get Jealous
I’m in the mood, I’m in the groove, I’m in the move ; for love, my mind is burning ; As soon as I got close to you, you turned around ; & said you won’t be calling ; I sounded crazy, I just love the way you call me ; oh pretty baby ; I used to be your number one, but I was dropping fast ; to number Fucking-Maybe ; And dig this too, ain’t nothing here ; that’s really over you. Over you ; I still get jealous when a girl is hanging ; round your skies in blue ; I want to see this Ryan Adams show ; and get real wasted (over you) ; With bits of fat and lips and smile and brain ; and all your funny faces (too) ; And how about me actually becoming a musician ; Starring at my own bewildered dreams ; became my holy mission ; And dig this too, ain’t nothing here... ; Now who’s that pretty girl, how old, how cold ; how under-paid, or laid, who is she ; You know tomorrow’s no one’s land ; I wish today could bring it all so easy ; And just one more before you go ; another radio station called me ; They said they loved my latest song ; with you, so solid, sharp and horny ; And dig this too, ain’t nothing here...; 