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