Your Wife

Got to say, Billy, your wife is so pretty and I'm jealous
Hair as red as the rubies that hang from her ears
But I'm beginning to notice you're not writing her letters
That wedding ring is rusting and has for years

Eyes like ivy on a summer's day
What kind of price would I have to pay?
She's so beautiful and you got lucky
And here I am hoping you can and can't see me

Can and can't see me

Your wife barely smiles but when she does, I bet it's brighter than every star in the sky
Sometimes I will wonder what she'd do to me if she ever took a look in my mind

Eyes like ivy on a summer's day
What kind of price would I have to pay?
She's so beautiful and you got lucky
And here I am hoping you can and can't see me

I'm still young: say I don't know anything
But I've caught the expressions so just give me the ring
And I can't stand the archetypes so I won't step up
But I'm so in love
So in love

Under a spell
Under a spell
Under a spell
Don't have to tell