And treat me like a lump of dirt,

Until I wish that I were dead,

For I am jealous, and you're a flirt.

I'm sorry that I've ever known

Your loveliness entrancing,

Or ever saw your laughing eyes,

With girlish mischief dancing;

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'Tis agony supreme and rare

To see your slender waist a-girt

With other fellows' arms, you see,

For I am jealous, and you're a flirt.

Now, girlie, if you'll promise me,

To never, never treat me mean,

I'll show you in a little while,

The best sweetheart you've ever seen;

You do not seem to know or care,

How often you've my feelings hurt,

While flying round with other boys,

For I am jealous, and you're a flirt.

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