Cupid's arrow did I ply. I aimed it straight.
I aimed it high. And prayed to make its path
be true. A winged messenger from me to you.
But Cupid you are Satan black. When I let
love go, you did not come back. Cupid does
only what he wants to do. Cupid's arrow is
no boomerang coming back to you. Sometimes
love's never meant to be your own. And love's
only steadfast like the dandelions when the
wind has blown. And too soon all these seeds
come floating down, planting a ravaged garden
for all us clowns. There are no roses to
slake the need... when Cupid denies you roses,
he gives you weeds.