Lyrics:
You’re dancing with my friends
Mr. Pop.ular, I guess
I’m usually not the jealous type
But I suppose I am tonight
[chorus]
‘Cause I’m jealous, jealous
Of the attention, ‘tention
You be giving ‘em
When you came with me
And I’m jealous, jealous
‘Cause what matters to ya
Is them and their opinions
Not me
You keep up with the Joneses
Spend my money ‘cause you’re already broke
Every time you hit the stores
Come back with new clothes, phone, even a boat
[repeat chorus]
I guess you just like to impress
I could picture you on a trapeze
But I wonder what Mr. Pop.ular’s like
Without his mirror of adorers
(Whoops! There goes your self-esteem!)