From the cup of love, my lips do drink.
Its intoxicating ways makes it hard to think.
I fall for a girl whose lips are soft and pink,
But like the Titanic, My heart does sink.
My ego is again bruised and sore,
Yet at Cupid's bar, I order a cup of love once more.
Cupid says, "You poor dumb fool,
Is it time again to see you drool?"
He smiles, shakes his head and hands me the cup.
Thirstily, I drink it all up.
I start to see things in an emotional haze,
Feeling warm inside, due to love's brilliant rays.
My eyes meet a lady's stare
And I decide it's with her, my love, I'll share.
We go out a few times, keeping her happy becomes a chore.
Until she dumps me, saying, "You're a big bore!"
I go back to the bar saying, "I've been thinking a lot,
Your cup of love's too weak. This time, give me a triple shot."
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