The Gods of Love

You are blithe and happy and you are blind and fond
And you’ve got butterflies in your stomach
You feel cute and pleasing and you feel desirable
And you dance all night but you will pay back
We are the hurt, we are the sorrow
We are the rain and pain in your heart
We are the sores, we are the misery
We are, we are the gods of love
We are the lie, we are the ruin
We are the tear and fear in your heart
We are the doom, we are indignity
We are, we are the gods of love
You are rash and cocky and you give a high clear laugh
And you’ve got butterflies in your stomach
You’re hit by cupid’s arrow, but your bliss ain’t made to last
We will ensure you suffer shipwreck
We are the hurt, we are the sorrow
We are the rain and pain in your heart
We are the sores, we are the misery
We are, we are the gods of love
We are the lie, we are the ruin
We are the tear and fear in your heart
We are the doom, we are indignity
We are, we are the gods of love
We are the hurt, we are the sorrow
We are the rain and pain in your heart
We are the sores, we are the misery
We are, we are the gods of love
We are the lie, we are the ruin
We are the tear and fear in your heart
We are the doom, we are indignity
We are, we are the gods of love
We are, we are the gods of love
We are, we are the gods of love
We are, we are the gods of love
We are, we are the gods of love