Sixteen Saltines (Live)-Jack White

She's got stickers on her locker And the boy's number's there in magic marker I'm hungry, and the hunger will linger I eat sixteen saltine crackers, then I lick my fingers Well every morning I deliver the news Black hat, white shoes, and I'm red allover She's got a big mailbox that she puts up front Garbage in, garbage out; she's getting what she wants Who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous, who's jealous of who? If I get busy then I couldn't care less what you do But when I'm by myself, I think of nothing else Than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat Jumpin' away when I'm talking, and laughing as we float I hear a whistle, that's how I know she's home Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home Force fed, force mixed 'till I drop dead You cant defeat her, when you meet her youll get what I said And Lord knows there's a method to her madness But the lord's joke is a float in a sea of sadness She doesn't know but when she's gone I sit and drink up a few I'm sure she's drinkin' too, but why, where, when, what for and who And I'm solo rowing, on one side off the boat. Looking out, throwing up, a lifesaver down my throat Who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous who's jealous of who? (x3)