Beware of Aphrodite And the son you think amusing Who flies around all naked Shooting arrows at his choosing Some people say it’s altuistic While others call it stupid A baby with a set of wings And a silly name like Cupid A chubby little cherub With cheeks of rosy red Hanging out with grown up folks When he should be home instead A spoiled little impish brat You seem to think so cute Will forever change your life When he decides to shoot He’ll strike you when you least expect it His arrow finds your heart And just like that you are in love And your world comes all apart I don’t need him to choose for me Alone that choice I’ll make So hopefully he’ll just butt out Or his neck I’ll surely breakBirth sign: Virgo
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