I've had a visit from someone small.
Some say he's a little upstart.
He flies around searching for his target.
aiming straight for the heart.

Now I've tried to avoid him.
For as long as I can.
that stupid little cherub.
But he's very persistent.
and won't take no.
He never seems to let up.

So I'm finally giving in.
and admitting defeat.
but what a nice way to go.
that little cupid's shot me good.
With an arrow straight from his bow

There is a little thing
that I'd like to tell you of
he's a little something
and he mainly deals in love

Now some people say they've seen him.
And some they flatly refuse
some people fall head over heels.
But I don't think we get to choose.

He flies around with his stupid bow
firing his arrows at will
until one of them hits their mark
his target is love not to ****

I think by now you've guessed his name.
I reckon I'm due a call
I've finally succumbed to his shots.
For this girl it was easy to fall.