Hey there, Mister Cupid,
you really hit your mark.
Your aim was surely perfect
when you targeted my heart.

You got me good, Sir Cupid!
My heart's a flaming fire;
it's burning, burning, burning
for the object of my desire.

He sets my heart a-racing;
I tingle to my toes.
I scarcely know what hit me;
it was your dart I do suppose.

Oh, Mister Cupid, let me tell you
he has so many charms,
and I feel my body sizzle
when he holds me in his arms.

He is so close to perfect
that my heart just swells with pride,
and Mister Cupid, I am hoping
he'll take me for his bride.

It may be wishful thinking,
but I think he loves me too,
but just to make it certain,
there's something you can do.

Please take your bow and arrow
and aim it at his heart --
for there is no resisting
the power of your dart!

Copyright © 2004 Ruth Gillis