Deep down in my heart dwells a cupid,
Reflecting emblem of true love,
I cast spell on dames to make 'em stupid,
And filtered my sorcerous words into 'em by osmosis.
Unimaginably, my burnished words captured hearts
Like calamitous birds in fowler's cage,
I made them betrayed their soulmate
And derailed from their love train.
My prowess doubtless intoxicated 'em into family way,
They travail to get meat on my table;
And care for my wellbeing,
My bed becomes realm, they're rushing to get anointing from my holy temple.
I'm amorist not a sadist,
Hope I'm not a villainous lyricist?
my love to 'em is unfathomable but they're masochist,
They have drained the running oil from the temple,
Who shall refilled my temple with sacred oil?
In my secret room, tones of different dames
Are heard when we start the game,
With my haggard look, amor filled my orbit,
Like a saliferous ocean,
Souls of lovely dame are beaching at my Oceanside.
How can mankind say I'm a villainous lyricist?
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