Waking up in the morning, <br />Getting ready for the day, <br />You wish you were me. <br />Listening to his soft voice, <br />Telling you Baby I don’t hate you, <br />Don’t you? You do, I know it’s true. <br />Don’t you lie to me. <br /> <br />You wish it was you he was calling, <br />Just to say hi. <br />But it’s my number he is dialing, <br />Every night, <br />Yet, you wish it was yours. <br />Only my man can drive a woman that crazy, <br />Without even trying. <br />This is one of the many reasons, <br />You can’t stand to talk to me, <br /> <br />When he’s writing letters of love, <br />Do your eyes water with tears of jealousy? <br />Hey we have something in common mine water too. <br />Of knowing you still want him but guess what I have him, <br />I have him for you, <br />I have him wrapped around my little finger! <br /> <br />So go head be flirtatious with my man, <br />Tell Saint he is the best, <br />I don’t care, <br />Because at the end of the day, <br />He is still mine. <br />You’ll still be wishing he was yours. <br />This will still put a smile on my face and, <br />Tears in your eyes. <br />Now tell me are you jealous?<br /><br />Mrs. Cynosure<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-you-jealous/
