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My heart has grown pajama softOozes, bruises, offers up secretsPeel my ventricles like banana topsExpose my prose in proper sequenceOff the cuff I'm rough, a grizzly cubBut my prayers are bare and only sung for CupidCupidSo reply, ErosLet fly your arrowsAs I try to kiss the sunAnd if Aphrodite's lipsAsk for tidy giftsAll tied up with a bowI'll know that this is forNo oneI sing it wrong like campfire songsEach verse a new curse, repeating the chorusMis ojos son mi corazón, leen las líneas de mi doloresI'm not tough enough to suffer loveIn the ways I craved when I was young and stupidStupidSo reply, ErosLet fly your arrowsSongtexteAs I try to kiss the sunAnd if Aphrodite's lipsAsk for tidy giftsAll tied up with a bowI'll know that this is forNo oneI've got the body of a Greek philosopherWho shares his love of foodAnd I've got the mind of a savant-geek-toddlerWho stares in awe of the moonAnd if Fate thinks that you'd be a good catchWould you sit under this thatched roof?I did us a favor, an afternoon's laborCut holes in the ceiling for a scenic viewOf the stars beyond the vineThe stars beyond the vineSo pick up your bow and let a few goReply, ErosLet fly your arrowsAs I try to kiss the sunAnd if Aphrodite's lipsAsk for tidy giftsAll tied up with a bowI'll know that this is forNo one Aus Songtexte Mania