Head up, nose down
You wear your heart on your sleeve
I wear mine as a crown
A target some would think,
To take advantage of the weak
You're attracted to the sensitive
The humble, the never negative
Though the complete opposite you are
In this act you're not the star
You may have been number one
You may have been the only
But you're no knight in shining armour
More like a tinfoil soldier on a pony
A wolf in sheep’s clothing,
O, you're far more good looking
Perhaps the apple on the tree
It must be true, the devil sent you to me!
That heart on your sleeve
You stole it, you're a thief
This heart, my crown
I'll take it to the ground
There’s more than enough to share
Though I must be weary
A soldier, a wolf, a bear
The thought of my love stolen is scary
Romeo, oh Romeo
It was the demon you see
He's lived inside of you
Now he’s trying to get me!
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