Cupid Shot My Girlfriend
Cupid shot my girlfriend.
He hit her in the head.
It must have been for love
she laid down and she bled.
It's almost been a year
since Cupid found my love
and being with her near
She smells from up above.
I never want to touch her.
I'm frightened of her look.
But still I remain faithful.
My love upon the hook.
I'd hoped we would have children
though now it's much too late.
I've talked to her about them
but she just lies in state.
I miss her perfect kisses.
Moistened, warm and wet.
Though wouldn't give one now
for fear of what I'd get.
I couldn't even hug her
if I was in the mood.
she's covered all in worms
all using her as food.
I say I love her often
and hopeful she will hear.
Though if she were to answer
would be my greatest fear.
She is my darling soul mate
cupid can't be wrong.
Through sickness and in health
and days becoming long.
So thanks I say to Cupid
for finding my true love
but if he'd spare an arrow
I'd love one with a shove.
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