Black dress, red hair, I’m impressed — who cares? We’re two in the same pair, but she breathes a different air. And she doesn’t even care. Why am I even there? Asked that twice — it’s unfair. Ooo-ooo (yeah) Honey, baby, I envy you. I watch everything you do. Honey, baby, I envy you. Oh well, oh well — it’s true. (POST-HOOK) She’s laced with luck, I’m stuck with blues. She gets the sun, I get the moon. I wanna see the sunshine like it shines for her — no clouds, no gloom, no pacing in my room. She’s perfect, she does no wrong, I write sad songs; she sings along. Ooo-ooo (yeah) Honey, baby, I envy you. Pretty things just fall into you. Honey, baby, I envy you. And I hate how good it looks on you. (BRAT BRIDGE) She gets soft life, champagne, cherries, I get therapy, bills, and buried. She gets kissed in broad daylight, I get missed at 3am nights. Must be nice — I swear she was built twice. (HOOK OUT) She’s laced with luck, I’m laced with doom. She gets the sun, I get the room. Honey, baby, I envy you — but damn, I make envy cute.
