Hey Juliet

You're the type of girl who makes here feel like home.
You're the type of girl who sends me crashing to the floor.
And I can't stand to think (whoa) about losing you.
And I don't know where to begin.

Only 20 minutes left as I'm lying here in bed.
I'm wondering what to do about youuuu.
It's insane the way I feel, and I think this might be real.
But I'm not sure I'm ready for it yet.
So baby, close your eyes and count to three.
And say you'll wanna be with me.
And tomorrow you'll be in my arms.

You're the type of girl who makes my heart beat fast.
Makes me feel like I'm having a heart attack. (Attack! Attack!)
You're the type of girl who lieks to sing a long.
To every song. (So sing along!)
And I'm trying hard to make you feel alright.
And I'm trying hard to put up a fight.
And I think I might just wanna be with you forever.
And I think we should be together.
So take my hand, but if you don't wanna , I'll understand.
So hey Juliet, please say yes.