I wish I could be Cupid
so I could make you fall in love with me.
Maybe my arrow would make you stay true;
do you know how happy I would be?
Being Cupid would be fun,
but I don’t wanna have to shoot you in the a$$!;
Angels are the ones with the better deal;
I could watch over you and treat you like glass.
I wish I could be an angel;
I really want my wings;
I’d always be able to be right at your side,
and you know I’d give the finer things.
Being an angel would be fun,
but if you did like me it would only be lust.
Faeries are the ones with the better deal;
they’re the ones carrying the pixie dust.
I wish I could be a faerie
so I could sprinkle my pixie dust on you;
you might brush it off but it would still sink in,
and all my dreams of having your love would come true!
But I am not Cupid, or an angel, or a faerie,
I’m just a girl trying to get you to love me;
I don’t have arrows, or wings, or pixie dust,
just the imagination of how happy we could be.
