Текст песни Cupid Hates My Guts - John Michael Howell

I think Cupid hates my guts (my guts)
He made everybody fall in love but me
Now, I'm all alone, nobody to hold
Maybe it's just my bad luck, but I think Cupid hates my guts

They say it'll all work out (it'll all work out)
Love is gonna find you someday, somehow (someday, somehow)
Some way, somehow
But I have my doubts (and I have my doubts)
Lately, I feel somethin' tryna keep me down (tryna keep me down)
Tryna to keep me down

I know that it's stupid, mm-hm
Maybe I'm just nuts

But I think Cupid hates my guts (my guts)
He made everybody fall in love but me
Now, I'm all alone, nobody to hold
Maybe it's just my bad luck, but I think Cupid hates my guts

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Now, I'm all alone, nobody to hold
Maybe it's just my bad luck, my bad luck
Now, I'm all alone (now, I'm all alone), nobody to hold (nobody to hold)
Maybe it's just my bad luck

I think Cupid hates my guts
He made everybody fall in love but me
Now, I'm all alone, nobody to hold
Maybe it's just my bad luck, but I think Cupid hates my guts