White Keys: The Sixteenth Saltine Girl

Oh, my next girl
She's got stickers on her locker

I'm hungry, but not for myself

I eat sixteen saltine crackers,
then I lick my fingers

Well the look on the cake
It ain't always the taste

Such a beautiful face
It was a painful dance
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home

I'm one side of the boat
And I got a second chance
Who's jealous who's jeaous who's jealous of who