I’m kind of jealous of my feet
As their love is so sweet
They really are the perfect pair
When their together people stare
I’m kind of jealous of my feet
Because I know I’ll never be that complete
I’m afraid that it’s hard to find
Someone who is two of a kind
I’m also jealous of my ears
They stay alert when I’m in tears
They listen, even though they are on opposite sides
They still work together in the highest tides
I might be jealous of my eyes
They go good together, it’s no surprise.
They blink away the bad days
They see every color, orange and gray
When I’m feeling blue
I wish people came in groups of two
If we were born, packaged together it would be neat
We’d always be together just like my feet.
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