Matchmaker, Matchmaker - Marathon

How many people walk these streets

Window-shopping for the perfect mate?

There’s no need for matchmakers

We already seek only what’s safe

Here, sir, for your daughter is a good son

A nice one duplicating religion and race

Class and age

Carbon Copies

Can we find a way to meet when I’m so Montague and you’re so Capulet

I just want to talk, but my lips won’t move

It’s not right, it won’t work, you won’t like

That I’m too this or too that, not enough

I’m just too uptight

My heart has rarely ever taking any daring risks

Lets stop censoring happiness

Censoring Happiness

And all you with the blue shirts and the red ties

Are welcome to get your hands out of our pants

We’ll love who we want to how we need to

While your laws wallow in irrelevance

What makes two people caring for each other so scandalous?

If something is ruining this world, it certainly isn’t love