Jealous of Roses

You make remarks about the people Who walk past your window arm-in-arm You're even jealous of the roses that grow In the garden of the house where nobody lives You even say that there's a time and a place For feeling happy You speak of love as a symptom of conformity. Oh oh oooh You make remarks about the people Who walk past your window arm-in-arm You're even jealous of the roses that grow In the garden of the house where nobody lives You even say that there's a time and a place For feeling happy You speak of love as a symptom of conformity