Is cupid drunk or does he just have bad aim You’re not my type no not at all I usually go for brawn not brains and I like my fellas dumb You’re different in a dark and weird way And you’re tying up my tongue I like it sunny but you’re only happy When we walking I the rain Sippin my whiskey when you’re chuggin vodka Always ending up a waste Is cupid drunk or does he just have bad aim You’re not my type no not at all Cause his arrow shot right through my heart and Now I’m Stupidly In Love A primal attraction Neither one of us can fight It’s a gut reaction You feel so right You keep it cool when I get naughty And startin’ trouble up (yeah) When I got kicked out of karaoke You made sure I got home (not alone) I used to go for brawn not brains and I liked my fellas dumb but you Are different in a dark and weird way And you’re tying up my tongue with your tongue