[Storyteller.]

She's got green eyes and she's 5'5",
long brown hair all down her back.
Cadillac truck - so the hell what?
What's so special about that?
She used to model,
she's done some acting,
so she weighs a buck 'o 5.
And I guess that she's all right
if perfection is what you like.

Ooh, ooh, and I'm not jealous, no I'm not.
Ooh, ooh, I just want everything she's got.
Ooh, ooh, you look at her so amazed;
I remember way back when you
used to look at me that way.

Tell me, what makes her so much better than me?
What makes her just everything I can never be?
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember when it was me.

And now you don't feel the same;
I remember you would shiver
every time I said your name.
You said nothing felt as good as
when you gaze into my eyes.
Now you don't care I'm alive.
How did we let the fire die?