Juliet sits in the garden
Taking the sights in with a ballpoint pen
She's got a book full of pictures that she's started
But she can't finish up one little vignette

Rips in her designer clothes
Skinny love on the radio
Signature on every page of
Paper in that leather case
But she's never made it past the name

Juliet says she's an artist
But I'm having a hard time believing it
She says she's got a masterpiece started
But she's just got a little sketch

I hope her eyes are playing tricks
Or she's wearing some fancy sunglasses
Maybe it's the kind of paint
But colors just don't look that way

That old sun don't look the same
She's drawing things she can't explain
I hope she find another way
Paintings not her path to fame

Oh Juliet
Oh Juliet
Oh Juliet
I know that you're upset
But you just haven't made it yet
Oh Juliet
Oh Juliet
Oh Juliet
I know that you're upset
But you just haven't made it yet
Don't forget, don't second guess
You just haven't made it yet
Darling don't you even fret