How many people walk these streets
Window-shopping for the perfect mate?
There's no need for matchmakers
We already seek only what's safe
Here, sir, for your daughter is a good son
A nice one duplicating religion and race
Class and age, carbon copies
Can we find a way to meet
When I'm so Montague
And you're so Capulet
I just want to talk, but my lips wont move
It's not right, it won't work, you wont like
That I'm too this or too that, not enough
I'm just too uptight
My heart rarely taken any daring risks
Let's stop censoring happiness
Censoring happiness
And all you with the blue suits and the red ties
Are welcome to get your hands out of our pants
We'll love who we want to how we need to
While your laws wallow in irrelevance
What makes two people
Caring for each other so scandalous?
If something is ruining this world
It certainly isn't love