“Why are you even mad at me?” You asked.

“Stupid Cupid your a real mean girl,” He spoke.

“Stupid Cupid?” You questioned.

“I’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly,” he replied.

“Stupid Cupid me?” You question.

“I’m inlove and it’s a crying shame,” he spoke.

“But I didn’t-“ you reply.

“And I know your the one to blame,” Five spoke.

“About that I still have all my arrows,” you reply.

“Stupid cupid, stop picking on me,” he spoke.