Juliet

Walked into a café on a midsummer Saturday night The city streets were buzzing, and a cold beer felt about right And there I saw her sitting, slowly sippin' on a glass of cold white Her beauty all but filled the room, I had to get to know her tonight So I got up, walked up, crossed the café Pictured telling her how nice she looked today, yeah, I'd go up and say Oh I would tell her... "Juliet, Juliet, will you be mine?", I'd tell her "Juliet, Juliet, you're one of a kind" So I crossed the café, trying hard to act all cool Aiming to look as casual, as all those cool people do Out of nowhere I found myself staring at a 6 foot 2 Handsome and broad as hell kind of a guy, I hear him say He's asking her for her phone number Smiling she types 07-hundred, I can hear him whisper in her ear Oh yeah, he's saying..."Juliet, Juliet, will you be mine?" He's saying "Juliet, Juliet, you're one of a kind" So I had to retreat and I went back to my table Hoping he'd be a bore for this beautiful young lady But soon my hopes were shot, as I saw her smiling bright They walked out of my café, and left into the night Wohoo, wohooo... wohooo, wohoooo... oh, I would tell her "Juliet, Juliet, will you be mine? Will you be mine, oh baby" I'd tell her "Juliet, oh Juliet, you're one of a kind, you're one of a kind, oh darling" I'd tell "Juliet, Juliet, will you be mine? Will you be mine, oh baby, yeah, oh, yeah" I'd tell her "Juliet, oh Juliet, you're one of a kind", I'd tell her "Juliet"