She’s looking out for her Romeo, blend of poet and gigolo
He’s looking out for his Juliet, been through many but he hasn’t met her yet
She complains, she complains, to her friends of the pain and the loneliness
He refrains, he refrains, from the offers of shameless unholiness
Every day, every day, she goes out of her way, to catch a new boy’s eye
He’s moved on, he’s moved on, from a different thong, as a brand new morning’s prize
And the clock ticks on…
She’s sick of being the sexy one, trophy girl for some buffed up fool on her arm
He’s sick of being the soulful one, propping up all those screwed up girls on the run
She complains, she complains, to her friends of the pain and the loneliness
He refrains, he refrains, from the offers of shameless unholiness
Every day, every day, she goes out of her way, to catch a new boy’s eye
He’s moved on, he’s moved on, from a different thong, as a brand new morning’s prize
And the clock ticks on…
Across a crowded room their frustration meets
Words are worthless so you’d better vote with your feet
She’s hoping this is her Romeo, ticking boxes and she’s putting on a show
He’s hoping this is his Juliet, trying hard not to let her slip through the net
She complains, she complains, to her friends of the pain and the loneliness
He refrains, he refrains, from the offers of shameless unholiness
Every day, every day, she goes out of her way, to catch a new boy’s eye
He’s moved on, he’s moved on, from a different thong, as a brand new morning’s prize
And the clock ticks on…
Yeah the clock ticks on…
Well the clock ticks on…
And the clock ticks on and on and on…
Copyright Andy Stedman 2009