Too many pictures are staring at me when I sleep   Photographs remind me that I'm just a jealous creep   But it's hard to loose a woman, when she is all you've got   Everyday I shower and try to wash memories away   But they're burned into my skin more and more each day   The mirror doesn't talk but I know he knows a lot   I'll never   I'll never   I'll never love to love again   Sometimes I see your kids, god, they have grown   Their father must be proud to call you his own    He's got a wedding ring, and all I've got is Playboy   Dear Santa, would it be just too much to ask   To stick on 'Mr Perfect's face a jealous looking mask   She'd leave 'cause I know how much she hates it