In candlelight the world seems right
and romance rules the day.
He'll strum the lute before he'll shoot,
ole Cupid has his way.
I wonder why so many sigh,
their love was just a phase?
Does Cupid care if love is there?
Does he deserve our praise?
Let's use our brain and now explain,
it's simply Cupid's sight.
In shadows dim, we can't blame him,
in flick'ring candlelight.
It may be true that love's blind, too,
but Cupid takes the cake.
Now we got through and our love grew,
though arrow wounds still ache.