Verse 3,
art for me,
nobody but me.
Cupid,
please hear my cry,
and let,
your arrows fly,
straight to,
my lover's art for me.
I don't need to bother you when I'm in distress,
stanger after losing all of my happiness.
Before I love a girl who doesn't know that I exist,
have this you can fix.
So,
Cupid,
draw back your roll,
and let,
your arrows go,
straight to my lover's art for me.
I don't need to bother you when I'm in distress,
stanger after losing all of my happiness.
Before I love a girl who doesn't know that I exist,
have this you can fix.
So,
Cupid,
draw back your roll,
and let,
your arrows go,
straight to,
my lover's art for me.
Nobody but me.
Cupid,
please hear my cry,
and let,
your arrows fly,
straight to my lover's art,
for me.
Cupid,
darling.
Me and I need to die.