[Verse]
You will think of me all week
On a silk sheet, love, with a pearl flower
My arrow tastes like sex and cherry
In your panther, love, I turn into a jungle
My booty is very big and it's going to get you, bae
Oh, my dear, put it on me gently so I can get used to it, ooh
My booty is very big and it's going to get you, bae
Oh, my dear, put it on me gently so I can get used to it
[Chorus]
If you tasted it, liked, cried
What do I have to do with this?
The fault was on the Cupid, love, love
The fault was on the Cupid
If you tasted it, liked, cried
What do I have to do with this?
The fault was on the Cupid, love, love
The fault was on the Cupid
[Post-Chorus]
The fault was on the Cu, the fault was on the Cu
The fault was on the Cupid
The fault was on the Cu, the fault was on the Cu
The fault was on the Cupid
The fault was on the Cu, the fault was on the Cu
The fault was on the Cupid
The fault was on the Cu, the fault was on the Cu
The fault was on the Cupid