Lyrics:

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?
Cinema show

Romeo locks
His basement flat
And scurries up the stair
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
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
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