Dan Cupid comes around this joint
This same time every year
He’s s’posed to shoot me in the heart
But sometimes hits my rear
If he just had a better aim
And hit me where he should
And fixed me up with some old widow
That surely would be good
But since he’s such a poor shot
Here’s how to make things fine
I’ll just forget about those widows
If I can be your Valentine
D.B.C.
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