Now… Cupid was flying over,
on his way to a delivery.
When an arrow fell out of his pouch,
and came down, straight towards me!
Now… I saw it coming,
and tried to get out of it’s way;
but it followed me wherever I went,
and hit me anyway!
Now… here I am, staggering around,
looking for someone to love,
nothing is in my sight,
not one person to speak of.
Now… there is something I need to know,
before I run off in disgust.
Does this stuff ever wear off,
or am I condemned to a life of lust?