| Song | All Would Envy |
| Artist | CHRIS BOTTI & SHAWN COLVIN |
| Album | Smooth Jazz Cafe Vol 4 |
| Old enough to be her dad | |
| But the young men were just mad | |
| they nursed their grievances | |
| And she was flattered by his charm | |
| It wouldn't do her any harm they all had their chances | |
| He sent her flowers and limousines | |
| She was treated like a queen | |
| Anything she ever wanted | |
| It was no problem for a man like him | |
| And everyone expected soon | |
| That she could ask him for the moon | |
| If she would wear his ring | |
| Knowing glances from his friends | |
| In the homes at the weekends of high society | |
| But he didn't give a damn | |
| He never felt more like a man | |
| And all the time the clock was ticking | |
| And all would envy | |
| the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
| Yes, all would envy | |
| In a house upon a hill | |
| She was there with time to kill | |
| She lived a life she'd only dreamed | |
| The life was never what it seemed | |
| To all her friends that she'd ignored | |
| She denied she was bored | |
| She had no time for dancing, no time for dancing | |
| But the clock upon the wall | |
| That was ticking in the hall | |
| Always reminded her | |
| That life was going on as well | |
| But she was happy and she would swear | |
| she wouldn't change a thing | |
| And all would envy | |
| the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
| Yes, all would envy | |
| Now it's 5 o'clock am | |
| She must have spent the night again | |
| with that old friend of hers | |
| She loves to dance | |
| She's missing more and more these days | |
| But he's still stuck in his old ways | |
| Perhaps she needs a little more romance | |
| But the clock upon the wall is still ticking in the hall | |
| She must be home soon… soon | |
| Where a younger man would weep | |
| He takes a pill and goes to sleep | |
| Now who would envy | |
| the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
| Who would envy? | |
| Who would envy? |
| Old enough to be her dad | |
| But the young men were just mad | |
| they nursed their grievances | |
| And she was flattered by his charm | |
| It wouldn' t do her any harm they all had their chances | |
| He sent her flowers and limousines | |
| She was treated like a queen | |
| Anything she ever wanted | |
| It was no problem for a man like him | |
| And everyone expected soon | |
| That she could ask him for the moon | |
| If she would wear his ring | |
| Knowing glances from his friends | |
| In the homes at the weekends of high society | |
| But he didn' t give a damn | |
| He never felt more like a man | |
| And all the time the clock was ticking | |
| And all would envy | |
| the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
| Yes, all would envy | |
| In a house upon a hill | |
| She was there with time to kill | |
| She lived a life she' d only dreamed | |
| The life was never what it seemed | |
| To all her friends that she' d ignored | |
| She denied she was bored | |
| She had no time for dancing, no time for dancing | |
| But the clock upon the wall | |
| That was ticking in the hall | |
| Always reminded her | |
| That life was going on as well | |
| But she was happy and she would swear | |
| she wouldn' t change a thing | |
| And all would envy | |
| the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
| Yes, all would envy | |
| Now it' s 5 o' clock am | |
| She must have spent the night again | |
| with that old friend of hers | |
| She loves to dance | |
| She' s missing more and more these days | |
| But he' s still stuck in his old ways | |
| Perhaps she needs a little more romance | |
| But the clock upon the wall is still ticking in the hall | |
| She must be home soon soon | |
| Where a younger man would weep | |
| He takes a pill and goes to sleep | |
| Now who would envy | |
| the older man and his beautiful young wife | |
| Who would envy? | |
| Who would envy? |