Cupids Last Laugh Robin blue amphetamine eyes I always thought she was one of the guys Says she listened to Little Willie John Oh man shes comin' on strong Suede boots , black blue jeans In an innocent way she's so obscene A practitioner of practical math Seems like cuip always gets the last laugh       Oh Love is a curse       To live without love ,must be worse       Oh this is surely a dream       Things like this don't happen to me Red shirt with polka dots Electricity keeps her hot Never ever have I seen her like this Must be the weather in here I guess She requests songs I can't even play Trys to lead me to an early grave Sometimes I see her and shes cold as ice Next time she be oh so nice     chorus Carries an owl head in her boot She'd pull it out but it don't shoot Her razors sharp as Brigitte Bardow Where she hides it I don't know She used to jump jukes down at the joint Now I see her from a different point Of view in the back of my mind By choice its far far behind copyright Rob McNurlin Buffalo Skinner Music BMI