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Is cupid drunk or does he just have bad aim
You're not my type
No, not at all
I usually go for brawn not brains and
I like my fellas dumb
You're different in a dark and weird way
And you're tying up my tongue
Is cupid drunk or does he just have bad aim
You're not my type
No, not at all
I like it sunny
But you're only happy
When we're walking on the rain
Sipping my whisky when You're chuggin vodka
Always ending up a waste
Is cupid drunk or does he just have bad aim
You're not my type
No, not at all
Cause his arrow shot right trough my heart and
Now I'm stupidly in love
A primal attraction
Neither one of us can fight
It's a gut reaction
You feel so right
So right
So right
You keep it cool when I get naughty
And startin' trouble up (yeah)
When I got kicked out of karaoke
You made sure I got home (not alone)
Is cupid drunk or does he just have bad aim
You're not my type
No, not at all
Cause his arrow shot right trough my heart and
Now I'm stupidly in love
You feel so right
So right
So right
I used to go for brawn not brains and
I liked my fellas dumb
But You
Are different in a dark and weird way
And you're tying up my tongue
With your tongue
Is cupid drunk or does he just have bad aim
You're not my type
No, not at all
Cause his arrow shot right trough my heart and
Now I'm stupidly in love
Now I'm stupidly in love
Now I'm stupidly in love
Now I'm stupidly in love
Now I'm stupidly in
Love
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