Arlene and I were chatting today and somehow it came up
That jealous sister of hers is giving her the evil eye and making
all sorts of trouble. I told Arlene, I said, Oh that Jealousy's such
a bitch. If somebody's stuck with a jealous eye
they turn their riches to sawdust and ogle what I've got
instead. Can't keep their eyes off my plate. Their food
goes to waste. What a minefield life becomes if we think
we're supposed to take care of other people's
jealousy by failing or being smaller than we really are.
Never sell yourself short, Arlene. That sister of yours just makes herself
miserable not being satisfied with her own life.
Wickedness is its own reward. Let them starve
at their own banquet, the one they made out of
"what's she got? It looks better than mine."