CUPID GOT ME GOOD

Hey there, Mister Cupid,
you really hit your mark.
Your aim was surely perfect
when you targeted my heart.

You got me good, Sir Cupid!
My heart's a flaming fire;
it's burning, burning, burning
for the object of my desire.

He sets my heart a-racing;
I tingle to my toes.
I scarcely know what hit me;
it was your dart I do suppose.

Oh, Mister Cupid, let me tell you
he has so many charms,
and I feel my body sizzle
when he holds me in his arms.

He is so close to perfect
that my heart just swells with pride,
and Mister Cupid, I am hoping
he'll take me for his bride.

It may be wishful thinking,
but I think he loves me too,
but just to make it certain,
there's something you can do.

Please take your bow and arrow
and aim it at his heart --
for there is no resisting
the power of your dart!

Copyright 2004 Ruth Gillis

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