Cupid’s arrows catching dust

By Laura Origin

If only I had a shot at love
I would take the gun
Point it to my heart
I would spin the wheels
Of fortune or whatever luck
Risk the stakes
Beat the odds

The queen of hearts
Left alone and lost
Cupid’s arrows
Must be catching dust

If only I had a shot at love
Catching feelings
Instead of caught by lust
Why is my heart so cold
While I always get the hots

If only I had a shot at love
I’d give you the gun
Play Russian roulette