Verona

There's small choice in rotten apples
But it's all the same in a chapel
A young gentleman from Verona
Ready to tame her with his chroma

She had her beauty she had her wit
He had his music and mathematics
Is she a nightingale or is she a wasp
He didn't care what it took or cost

Plucked like an apple taken from a tree
He sank his teeth in now she ain't free
Sweet sugar plum grew inside Verona
Excuse me Miss but I'd like to pick ya

Kiss me Kate and be married on Sunday
Everybody wants it there's the runway
Sit by my side and let the world slip
I've gotta have you come into my grip

Thy husband is thy lord he and thy life
She said through her pain and strife
They keeper thy sovereign cares for thee
So she was silenced hear her decree

Plucked like an apple taken from a tree
He sank his teeth in now she ain't free
Sweet sugar plum grew inside Verona
Excuse me Miss but I'd like to pick ya



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Writer(s): Gabriel Godwin
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