[Verse 1]
He wants to be, he wants to be, with everything under the sun
He wants to be, he wants to be, with everything under the sun
[Chorus]
And like a legend who rises and unfolds
I cannot be his only one
[Verse 2]
He makes me feel, he makes me feel, like you used to
(Whoa) like you used to
He makes me feel, he makes me feel, like you used to
(Whoa) like you used to
[Chorus]
And like a fickle flower when it first sees the light
I cannot show just how I fight
And like a fickle flower when it first sees the light
I cannot show just how I fight
[Bridge]
Babe, I saw you walking, it was after midnight
Carrying nothing except for a flashlight
You wanted to be Romeo, so low at my window
You wanted to be Romeo, so low at my window
Will you open the door for me if you believe in chivalry?
Will you open the door for me if you believe in chivalry?
For I do not think you low, though you bow to me so-so
I do not think you low, though you bow to me so-so
I know you want to drink from the purest wine
But the drink is far more sour than you would ever think
He wants to be, he wants to be, with everything under the sun
He wants to be, he wants to be, with everything under the sun
[Chorus]
And like a legend who rises and unfolds
I cannot be his only one
[Verse 2]
He makes me feel, he makes me feel, like you used to
(Whoa) like you used to
He makes me feel, he makes me feel, like you used to
(Whoa) like you used to
[Chorus]
And like a fickle flower when it first sees the light
I cannot show just how I fight
And like a fickle flower when it first sees the light
I cannot show just how I fight
[Bridge]
Babe, I saw you walking, it was after midnight
Carrying nothing except for a flashlight
You wanted to be Romeo, so low at my window
You wanted to be Romeo, so low at my window
Will you open the door for me if you believe in chivalry?
Will you open the door for me if you believe in chivalry?
For I do not think you low, though you bow to me so-so
I do not think you low, though you bow to me so-so
I know you want to drink from the purest wine
But the drink is far more sour than you would ever think
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