My heart has grown pajama soft
Oozes, bruises, offers up secrets
Peel my ventricles like banana tops
Expose my prose in proper sequence
Off the cuff I'm rough, a grizzly cub
But my prayers are bare and only sung for Cupid
Cupid

So reply, Eros
Let fly your arrows
As I try to kiss the sun
And if Aphrodite's lips
Ask for tidy gifts
All tied up with a bow
I'll know that this is for
No one

I sing it wrong like campfire songs
Each verse a new curse, repeating the chorus
Mis ojos son mi corazón, leen las líneas de mi dolores
I'm not tough enough to suffer love
In the ways I craved when I was young and stupid
Stupid

So reply, Eros
Let fly your arrows
As I try to kiss the sun
And if Aphrodite's lips
Ask for tidy gifts
All tied up with a bow
I'll know that this is for
No one

I've got the body of a Greek philosopher
Who shares his love of food
And I've got the mind of a savant-geek-toddler
Who stares in awe of the moon
And if Fate thinks that you'd be a good catch
Would you sit under this thatched roof?
I did us a favor, an afternoon's labor
Cut holes in the ceiling for a scenic view
Of the stars beyond the vine
The stars beyond the vine
So pick up your bow and let a few go

Reply, Eros
Let fly your arrows
As I try to kiss the sun
And if Aphrodite's lips
Ask for tidy gifts
All tied up with a bow
I'll know that this is for
No one