Juliet waits at the border
Up a creek without a quarter
Gazes into the dark.
Was it the moon or only
Her fear of being lonely
That gave her leave of her heart.
Oh, Romeo, who would lay down her life,
Swallow the poison, pick up the knife?
Maybe I'd cry just a teardrop or two,
But I would not die for you, I would not die for you.
Just another old manic depressive,
Given up she becomes obsessive,
"Maybe this time I'll learn."
Life's like a box of matches,
Sometimes the whole thing catches,
And all you can do is watch it burn.
Oh, Romeo, who would lay down her life,
Swallow the poison, pick up the knife?
Maybe I'd cry just a teardrop or two,
But I would not die for you, I would not die for you.
Juliet waits at the border
Contemplates the new world order.
Oh, Romeo, who would lay down her life,
Swallow the poison, pick up the knife?
Maybe I'd cry just a teardrop or two,
But I would not die for you, I would not die for you.