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Not Juliet
Slow burn romance picks up pace with soft sleeps’s second chance
Your name means something new
Tell me darling: What’s in a Montague?
Now the lark has come to say it’s time to
Beckon in a new day
The woman I was before, I shed her skin and she’s lying on the floor
Daddy’s perfect daughter couldn’t keep him from the slaughter
Small town boy in the blotter he could become her heart’s marauder
I wish there was a better story, frankly Shakespeare’s much too gory
But she’s not Juliet yet
You watch for my stares as I play
Fool to fortunes reach
Your face is on the pages of every romance I find the heart to read
We speak in code now your poison lies in every returned letter
My knife on your brow, reflected blues eyes
Come to see my tragic fetter
Daddy’s perfect daughter couldn’t keep him from the slaughter
Small town boy in the blotter he could become her heart’s marauder
I wish there was a better story, frankly Shakespeare’s much too gory
But she’s not Juliet yet
I replay the places that I’ve been
Like your heart and your hands and your front seat
I replay the things I say I need
But you’re the only thing I wish belonged to me
Daddy’s perfect daughter must obey the rules that guard her
Small town boy is a martyr unless he can ever earn a pardon
I wish there was a better story, frankly Shakespeare’s would write a better story
Daddy’s perfect daughter couldn’t keep him from the slaughter
Small town boy in the blotter he could become her heart’s marauder
I wish there was a better story, frankly Shakespeare’s much too gory
But she’s not Juliet yet