The Jealous Are Restless

I may have been wrong All along Though I recognize the song That you've been Whistling As you walked by and Somehow got me hypnotize Oh, you As they march towards jealousy And assuming that no one can see What a pity Trying to look busy After all its late Time to lay your head Now wait a sec I can explain I'm here not to cause you pain On the contrary, I'm Like a secret admirer Of you And its not out of jealousy I'm just criticizing everything I see You're so pretty How much does it cost, honey? You know that we're too late Now it's in your head How can I feel some kind of excitement? To blend with the crowd just seemed too dull The jealous shout and scream with affrightment Is this too much? I doubt it Could I please feel somehow excited? The crowds are marching way too far The jealous are restless and easily frightened Is this too loud? You got it