Cupid's Toy - Squeeze

He stalks the club with cupid’s toy

Foremost in his mind

Jacks his body into shape

And leaves the rest behind

He has a pea for a brain

A spud for a heart

A scar on his cheek

And a rubber duck in his bath

This boy doesn’t give love

This boy doesn’t get love

He stalks the club with eagle eyes

Springing on his heels

Likes to throw a hand of dice

Then hang them in his wheels

He has a crease in his jeans

A frown on his face

The scent of a man

Who thinks he has taste

She smiles as he buys her a drink

Standing at the end of the bar

He feels helpless when she looks in his eyes

Suddenly there’s love in his heart

He stalks the club with such a smile

Forever on the move

He takes pride in looking smart

And knowing when to groove

He has a heart on a chain

His picture inside

A ring in one ear

Dark glasses at night