Cupid did it again,
he shot his arrow through my heart.
Now my heart has been ticking
like a bomb about to explode.
When will I see him again?
Is he thinking of me?
All of these thoughts in my head.
I walk by him, high by excitement and hope.
He says hi, and i'm on my way.
I think about him the rest of the day.
I can't wait till I can talk to him again,
but the bomb's ticking, ready to explode,
like the 4th of July, with the fireworks in the sky.
I write these words on paper for him.
I hand it to him and walk right by,
because the bomb's ticking, ready to explode.
