and the waiting seems forever
as a trade, i vowed myself to this brat
what can i say, the answer's still 'not yet'
dress up like a señorita
with one hand raising margarita
as my tiny mouth cheering 'salud!'
merrily i'm facing womanhood!
though doubts many times slipped in
i'd just know when i got the feelin'
cupid is many times reckless
shooting arrow at the same time being senseless
as i beg and beg, blank eyes staring at the tarot
oh tipsy c
upid, when will you give me a shot...