I have no right to be jealous, Of you and that perfect woman. She is definitely yours, And you are hers of course.
I have no right to be jealous, If you brushed your fingers through her hair. You look at her divinely in the eyes, And mine are misty for my heart cries.
I have no right to be jealous, If you kiss her ever so softly. You whisper her words of caress, I'm locking my soul in self-made fortress.
I have no right to be jealous, When you speak her name gently. Drawling each syllable with care, I wish to have that girl's name to be fair.
I have no right to be jealous, When you give her the whole universe. You offer her the most simple "I love you", I yearn to reply freely "me too".