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?