Cupid is my homie
He likes to keep me high
Filling me with arrows
Every day
And every night
You might just call me foolish
Im inclined to think the same
But i saw her at a bus stop
I dont even know her name
We locked eyes for a moment
And her smile seemed to say
Ill love you til tomorrow
And then ill fade away
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Cupid is my homie
He likes to keep me high
Filling me with arrows
Every day
And every night
You might just call me foolish
Im inclined to think the same
But i saw her at a bus stop
I dont even know her name
We locked eyes for a moment
And her smile seemed to say
Ill love you til tomorrow
And then ill fade away
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