The Green-Eyed Monster By Laura Fry

There's no logical reason that I should feel insecure, But when one's had the life I've had one can never be sure You are so sweet; your love is so true It was me that you married, my trust is in you But then I see these women that are all that I'm not My heart begins racing and my nerves go to pot Tall, fair and wholesome, their voices so loud Whilst I'm just a slip of a thing, swallowed up in the crowd They look you up and down They give you the run-around You like to help people, and you're too nice to say no To fixing their computer or video Their self-confidence Their sheer smugness and insolence The way they delight in your cuisine As if it's something I've never seen They turn my brown eyes green

Perhaps it's in my blood, or maybe in my stars A heart constantly broken will always bear scars I've been insanely jealous for as long as I remember And even more so since we wed, nine years ago this November I know that it's ridiculous, me feeling this way I'm multilingual, with a degree and an MA They're better looking than me, but so what I know that your love cannot be bought They look you up and down They give you the run-around You like to help people, and you're too nice to say no To fixing their computer or video Their self-confidence Their sheer smugness and insolence The way they delight in your cuisine As if it's something I've never seen They turn my brown eyes green But I'm slim, I'm petite I've got the best husband anyone could meet So I should smile instead of frown Not let the green-eyed monster get me down My brown eyes are staying brown My brown eyes are staying brown

Copyright Laura Fry 2007

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