So you have your TV, your beeper, and your VCR
I'm surprised you're not a superstar
You have in-line your supposed car
Even though you can't drive
No, I ain't jealous
But don't you see,
This song, like the world,
Just ain't about me
You have at least a million friends
I'm surprised your car ain't a mercedes benz
I don't care bout your boyfriend and the gifts he send
You complain about him too much anyway
If you think I'm being bitter, you're terrible wrong
I've been puttin' up with this shit for way too long
If you don't get my message by the end of this song
I guess my point has been proven
How could I be jealous
Of someone so fake
An insult like that
Is somethin' I can't take
You are so spoiled and you rub it in my face
It's like everything with you involves a race
I think someone should seriously put you in your place
Cuz your attitude gets way outta hand
But I guess what I think
Doesn't really matter
~Peggy~