Home from work our Juliet clears her morning meal
She dabs her skin with pretty smells concealing to appeal
I will make my bed, she said, but turned to go
Can she be late for her cinema show?
Romeo locks his basement flat and scurries up the stairs
With head held high and floral tie, a weekend millionaire
I will make my bed with her tonight he cries
Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?
Take a little trip back with Father Tiresias
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through
I have crossed between the poles and for me there's no mystery
Once a man, like the sea I raged
Once a woman, like the earth I gave
But there is in fact more earth than sea
Take a little trip back with Father Tiresias
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through
I have crossed between the poles and for me there's no mystery
Once a man, like the sea I raged
Once a woman, like the earth I gave
But there is in fact more earth than sea