He shoots people with arrows of gold
While they’re looking in mirrors
Or so I’ve been told
He shoots people with arrows of lead
While they’re facing their soul mates
And sharing a bed
If I ever see that little cherub flying
I’m gonna shoot him in the bum
‘Cause cupid is blind and so is his mum
She’s been shot, she’s been struck, she’s been hit
While the one she desires
Doesn’t love her one bit
He’s been shot, he’s been struck, he’s been torn
Because she couldn’t care less
If he hadn’t been born
If I ever see that little cherub flying
I’m gonna shoot him in the bum
‘Cause cupid is blind and so is his mum
And one day, one day
I’m gonna cram that bow up his ass
And one day, one day
I’m gonna cram that bow up his ass
He’s gonna dish out is love, and I’ll say
I’ll pass
She’s been shot, she’s been struck, she’s been hit
While the one she desires
Doesn’t love her one bit
He’s been shot, he’s been struck, he’s been torn
‘Cause she couldn’t care less
If he hadn’t been born
If I ever see that little cherub flying
I’m gonna shoot him in the bum
‘Cause cupid is blind and so is his mum
Copyright 2012. Words and music by F.N. de Boer
