A cupid with a golden head A smile on his angelic face I had to shoot him dead Before he put me in my place
Because I've been a bad girl I haven't loved the way I should My paper heart began to curl I burned it so no one else could
But in the laws of love and lust Such things are punishable by the death He was sent to arrow the unjust But I was waiting, eager breath by breath
Sitting in a rose garden, quietly debating His light foots steps began to ring Every move I was anticipating He reached for his bow, as I drew the string
And I killed him with his own arrow A shot right through the head, I've never had to love again As soon as I shot the cupid dead