Cupid's Defence Songtext
von Grace Kennedy

Love won′t linger
He thinks so much
So fickle fingers
Point the blame
Oh, Cupid's daft
If love is aimed
He feels so insecure

He says, "Don′t know me
I just work 'round here
Get what I pay
Use old Mark's whiskey
I′m stood on one leg
It′s hardly queer
My aim's not always sure"


In pursuit of happiness
We back the shortest odds we get
Consulting stars and tarot cards
To guarantee our love affairs go far
To guarantee our love goes far
Goes far

If only we would give love a chance
Would it all feel more secure?

In pursuit of happiness
We back the shortest odds we get
Is your sign opposed to mine?
We play safe
Saint Valentine

Why don′t we all give love a chance?
Come on, romantics, start holding hands
Help old Cupid make one last stand

He feels so insecure

Why can't we all give love a chance?
Come on, romantics, start holding hands
Help old Cupid save one last dance

He needs you now, I′m sure
He needs you now, I'm sure