| My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
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| And I just want to say one thing
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| Happy Valentine’s Day (Every day the 14th)
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| I don’t think y’all heard me
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| I just wanna say Happy Valentine’s Day (Every day the 14th)
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| Can y’all dig that?
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| Now when arrows don’t penetrate, see (Cupid grabs the pistol)
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| Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here
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| He shoots straight for your heart, now, and he won’t miss you
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| But that’s alright, y’all won’t believe in me anyway, but
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| Ya won’t believe in me
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| But you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs
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| No, thank you, Easter Bunny
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| There’s all this talk about Santa Claus, but see
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| Love will rule supreme
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| Happy Valentine’s Day (Every day the 14th)
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| You got it, when Cupid knocks at your door (You can’t ignore me)
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| There’s no need to run
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| So, Happy Valentine’s Day, hey (Every day the 14th)
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| Now I may have it all wrong, see
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| If you know what love means, well
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| Well, somebody tell me
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| 'Cause they just don’t believe in me
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| Ya won’t believe in me
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| But you would fancy leprechauns or groundhogs
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| No, thank you, Easter Bunny
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| There’s so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see
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| Cupid will not be defeated
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| Happy Valentine’s Day, every day the 14th
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| Now, I know your hearts have grown cold
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| And that bothers me
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| Now, I understand, 'cause I used to be a bad boy in my day
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| I know you tryin' to protect your lil' feelings
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| But you can’t run away
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| Ho-oh
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| Ya won’t believe in me
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| But you would fancy
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| Hey, don’t you supposed to be
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| Some kind of player, or something?
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| Bunny
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| Well, keep on running, player
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| 'Cause I got my good shoes on
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| And I got 'em tied up tight
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| So you gon' find out tonight
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| Got a sweet lil' darlin' back in my corner
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| Below, I know I love her, but act like I don’t want her
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| Surrounded by the lovely, but yet, feel like a loner
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| Could be an organ donor the way I give up my heart
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| But never know because, shit, I never tell her
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| Ask me how I’m feeling, I’d holla that it’s irrele-
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| I don’t get myself caught up in the Jello jella
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| And pudding pops, that others opt to call falling in love
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| But for the record, have you ever rode a horse?
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| Like for you to send me to Pluto, I said, «Of course!»
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| But if you ain’t a sweety, indeedy, I won’t endorse
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| Han Solo 'til I’m hit by the bullet, so may the force
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| Be with you and I’ll hit you when better time permits
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| For now, show me samples, examples why you’re the shit
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| But how am I to know with the profession that I’m in?
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| And if you do not know me then how could you be my friend?
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| Happy Valentine’s, Happy Valentine’s
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| Happy Valentine’s Day (Happy Valentine’s Day)
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| Happy Valentine’s, Happy Valentine’s
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| Happy Valentine’s Day (Happy Valentine’s Day)
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| Happy Valentine’s, Happy Valentine’s
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| Happy Valentine’s Day (Happy Valentine’s Day)
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| Happy Valentine’s, fuck that Valentine’s
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| Fuck that Valentine’s Day (Fuck that Valentine’s Day)
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| Fuck that Valentine’s, fuck that Valentine’s
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| Fuck that Valentine’s Day (Fuck that Valentine’s Day)
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| Fuck that Valentine’s, fuck that Valentine’s
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| Fuck that Valentine’s Day (Fuck that Valentine’s Day)
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| Fuck that Valentine’s, fuck that Valentine’s
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| Fuck that Valentine’s Day (Fuck that Valentine’s Day)
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| Fuck that Valentine’s, fuck that Valentine’s
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| Fuck that Valentine’s Day |