Inspired by Labrinth's Jealous

I'm jealous of the bread,

That falls upon your hands,

I haven't found it in my lands,

Oh, I'm jealous of the bread.

I'm jealous of the water,

That ripples through your lips,

How skinny are my sister's hips,

Oh, I'm jealous of the water.

I told you, when you left me,

There's nothing to forgive.

But I always thought you'd come back,

Tell me, promise they'll be  

mouthfuls of poultry.

It's hard for me to say,

I'm jealous of the way,

Your fridge is never empty.