Jealous Emily

Emily Claire Baudelaire
Sat with her little nose in the air.
And row after row,
She’d turn up her nose
At each and every fellow’s...
…girl.

Oh, my-
Oh, my, my-
Oh, my jealous Emily!
Oh, my!
Can’t you see?
That’s you’re the one
For me?
Oh, oh, oh!
You’re the one for me!

Every morning at nine on the dot,
Emily went to the coffee shop.
And there she sat,
Her hands in her lap
Thinking, “How do I be a girl…
…Like that?”

Oh, my-
Oh, my, my-
Oh, my jealous Emily!
Oh, my!
Can’t you see?
That’s you’re the one
For me?
Oh, oh, oh!
You’re the one for me!

Her perfect skin,
Her eyes full of grace.
A porcelain doll
All clothed in lace
And guilty are those,
Who dare to
Leave her in wait,
She’s the kind of girl
Who seems to never think..
Straight.

Emily Claire Baudelaire
Wished she could be as debonair
As the boys who she fucked,
She had the worst of luck.
And she still never seemed to think of…
Me!

Oh, my-
Oh, my, my-
Oh, my precious Emily!
Oh, my!
Can’t you see?
That’s you’re selling
For free?
Oh, oh, oh!
My jealous Emily!