It’s really fucking stupid that you’re
Dressed like fucking Cupid.
How foolish do you think I am?
Those wings must be glued-on!

Why are you pointing arrows at me?
Go aim at a sparrow!
My heart belongs to no one
And I do not like the dawn.

I’ll just sleep-in forever
If you don’t mind.
You won’t sever
My connection to the person
I think that I am.

I am fucking Heathcliff
And your pontiff cannot reach me.
Cathy can beseech me but I
Will not let her in.