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