Juliet

I am Romeo and I’m thirty-six, I get my kicks dating younger chicks,
I satisfy my karaoke fix, outside your window singing like Hendrix,
I got a bottle of expensive fancy wine, we’ll party like it’s
nineteen-ninety-nine,
This pretty song I wrote for you, it’s getting late, I’m turning blue.
Juliet, a-ha, where the fuck you are?
Juliet, oo-hoo, where the fuck are you?
I am Romeo and I’m born to mate, it’s 2 a.m., I can’t get laid,
I am so kind and I am sweet, or may be, baby, you don’t give a damn.
I got a bottle of expensive fancy wine, we’ll party like it’s
nineteen-ninety-nine,
This pretty song I wrote for you, it’s getting late, I’m turning blue.
Juliet, a-ha, where the fuck you are?
Juliet, oo-hoo, where the fuck are you?
It’s hard to be a womanizer, when no one loves you anymore,
It’s hard to be a helicopter, when you don’t have a radio.
Juliet, a-ha, where the fuck you are?
Juliet, oo-hoo, where the fuck are you?