Cupid pour me a glass of love!

Cupid my bartender,

Pour me a glass of love,

My nerves are shot,

And my heart is shaking,

I need some love to steady my nerves.

I am an addict of love,

I tried to stop,

Even through the 12 steps to stop love addiction,

I think I am a hopeless case,

I can’t stop wanting love.

I want it so bad I can’t stop obsessing about getting some,

During the day during work hours I daydream about getting some love,

Even during the night I wake wanting some love to comfort me.

Cupid I have tried love rehabilitation,

I have tried prayers, meditation, counseling,

I even got addicted to the hate drug for a while,

Nothing works.

I don’t think I can cure this addiction,

So pour me a glass of love,

The quality stuff, I don’t want the cheap stuff anymore,

I deserve the best quality,

I paid my dues,

I need me some expensive love,

A love that is full bodied,

A love that ages well with maturity,

The kind that I will be able to say has a year attached to it,

And years later it is still maturing.

I want a great love,

A love that matures like a great whiskey or brandy,

So that when I drink it I know that it’s the ish.

So Mr. Cupid my bartender,

A great love straight is my order,

I don’t want no ice or lemon,

I want to enjoy it,

So make it a double,

I want to savor it when I have my drink of love.

I want to get drunk on love,

Dance like I am appearing in a music video,

And for the hangover I want to be thinking,

If love’s that much fun I don’t mind the hangover,

I have no regrets,

So pour me another glass to chase the hangover.

Cupid my bartender pour me another glass of love.