I was the sole survivor of Cupid's arrow.
I had defences so strong that lust never made a scratch on my heart.
And antibodies to emotions flow in my blood
I master my harmones.
Then I met you.
You transfused my blood.
You transplanted my heart.
You corrupted my brain.
Then I was shot dead by Cupid's arrow.
And here I rest every night in your lap.