Rob Jones (Graphic Design) - Sixteen Saltines lyrics

(Verse 1) She's got stickers on her locker And the boy's number's there in magic marker I'm hungry and the hunger will linger I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers Well every morning I deliver the news Black hat, white shoes and I'm red all over She's got a pink mailbox, that she puts up front Garbage in garbage out, she's gettin' what she wants Who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous of who? If I get busy then I couldn't care less what you do But when I'm by myself I think of nothin' else Than if a boy just might be gettin' through and touchin' you Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat Driftin' away when I'm talkin' and laughin' as we float I hear her whistle, that's how I know she's home Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home Force fed, forced meds 'til I drop dead You can't defeat her, when you meet her you'll be what I said But lord knows there's a method to my madness Bustin' those jokes as I float in a sea of sadness She doesn't know but when she's gone I sit and drink her perfume I'm sure she's drinkin' too, but why, where, and what for, and whom? And I'm solo rowin', I'm one side of the boat Lookin' out, throwin' up, a lifesaver down my throat Who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous of who? Who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous of who? Who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous of who?