He jests at scars that never felt a wound
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek on her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
Love is a little crazy
Meet a girl she has a baby
That complicates maybe (yeah)
I wonder if she'll be my lady
Or is my vision's hazy
She never ceases to amaze me
Because she is so amazing
Amazing how I'm feeling her
How did these feeling occur
I just wish that we were
On the wave
On the same page
Different ocean
Different book name
It's a dang shame
That love is a game
And she just won't play
I ask if she feels the same way
Or not?
She says that she just won't say
So, I thought
That, maybe one day
Or not
I would speak her love language
No comprende
Forget what your friend says
She ain't friendly
She just mad
Cause she still single
We like peanut butter
She just is so jelly
So she can't tell me
That this isn't real love
This how I feel love
If isn't real love
Then why do I feel us
Why do I feel us
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
Would she love me if I were hot
Or hate me if I am not
The man she could ever want
I'm not the man
I'm not in her plans
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He jests at scars that never felt a wound
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek on her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
Love is a little crazy
Meet a girl she has a baby
That complicates maybe (yeah)
I wonder if she'll be my lady
Or is my vision's hazy
She never ceases to amaze me
Because she is so amazing
Amazing how I'm feeling her
How did these feeling occur
I just wish that we were
On the wave
On the same page
Different ocean
Different book name
It's a dang shame
That love is a game
And she just won't play
I ask if she feels the same way
Or not?
She says that she just won't say
So, I thought
That, maybe one day
Or not
I would speak her love language
No comprende
Forget what your friend says
She ain't friendly
She just mad
Cause she still single
We like peanut butter
She just is so jelly
So she can't tell me
That this isn't real love
This how I feel love
If isn't real love
Then why do I feel us
Why do I feel us
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
Would she love me if I were hot
Or hate me if I am not
The man she could ever want
I'm not the man
I'm not in her plans
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek on her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!
Love is a little crazy
Meet a girl she has a baby
That complicates maybe (yeah)
I wonder if she'll be my lady
Or is my vision's hazy
She never ceases to amaze me
Because she is so amazing
Amazing how I'm feeling her
How did these feeling occur
I just wish that we were
On the wave
On the same page
Different ocean
Different book name
It's a dang shame
That love is a game
And she just won't play
I ask if she feels the same way
Or not?
She says that she just won't say
So, I thought
That, maybe one day
Or not
I would speak her love language
No comprende
Forget what your friend says
She ain't friendly
She just mad
Cause she still single
We like peanut butter
She just is so jelly
So she can't tell me
That this isn't real love
This how I feel love
If isn't real love
Then why do I feel us
Why do I feel us
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
Would she love me if I were hot
Or hate me if I am not
The man she could ever want
I'm not the man
I'm not in her plans
Writer: Donald Robinson
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