He is a midget with tiny wings
The one behind the scenes
The one who causes pain
He is the one to blame
I would love to see him cold
I would love to break his bow
Just can't seem to stop him
No, I cannot stop him
The midget with tiny wings
Has he drawn a bead on you
Will he hit his mark
Will his arrow find
A warm place in your heart
That is how it all begins
An imp with pastel pink skin
Just can't seem to stop him
No, you cannot stop him
The midget with tiny wings
I feel a little stab
Somewhere deep inside
You know I hadn't noticed
But you have the loveliest eyes
Have we met before
Are you the one I’ve been searching for
Wait!!! . . . I think I've just been hit
By that nasty little midget
The one with the tiny wings
I would like to see him cold
Break his heart-strung bow
Before he strikes again
An arrow is how it begins
A shaft deep into my heart
That is how it all starts
Just can't seem to stop him
No, no one can stop him
Curse that half-pint cherub
That malicious miniature monster
Damn that dastardly diminutive demon
That cheeky little bastard, Cupid
The midget with the tiny wings
I have a shotgun
That will fit his little ass
He will be blown apart
From the mighty blast
As tiny wings
Float to the ground
I know, next year
He WILL be back around
Because you can't stop him
No one can stop him
That sentimental sniping sprite, Cupid
A malevolent midget with tiny wings
© 1997 by steve giacomini
