I guess she's alright, if perfection is what you like.

Ooh, ooh and I'm not jealous, no I'm not.
Ooh, ooh, I just want everything she's got.
Ooh, ooh you look at her so amazed.
I remember way back, when you used to look at me that way.

Tell me, what makes her so much better than me?
What makes her just everything, that I can never be?
What makes her your every dream and fantasy?
Because I can remember, when it was me.

And now you don't feel the same, I remember
you would shiver everytime I said your name.
You said nothing felt as good as when you gazed
into my eyes. Now you don't care I'm alive,
how did we let the fire die?