paroles de chanson Pompous Paris - Vold Book

He bows with great delight without a lesson or reason
Paris delegates all his wealth
To court his Juliet, who cares not for him
He waves his cape and swirls in god-foresaken bow
It sickens her to the utmost, with great strength
She pretends to let him woo her so
Metallic hands of emptiness
Now hold her heart grossly goblins
She covets what she cannot have
Her wedding plans were made by dad
Dreaming of one she's never met, sorrow, Juliet
To yearn for her dear Romeo
Love is simple in her eyes, a working boy
She holds all in heart, she'll die tonight before her start
Star-crushing weight of fireworks
They settle on the deck of Romeo's retreat