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