Love is like a house
And thank god that it is!
Because Love don't always come
With a house to have it in
While my man and I were standing
In a kitchen making Chai
Cupid was the landlord
And he couldn't pass us by
We barely even noticed
His arrow plunge into
Our hearts as we enjoyed
An empty living room
And Cupid didn't notice
As we screamed and moaned
As he walked through the hallways
On his telephone
Cupid simply knew
The job he had done right
But, Cupid, hear our praise
For all our sleepless nights
As we built our house
We knew we couldn't live
In a hollow space
Until it was finished
And as we set a place
In our dinning room
Always know that there
Is a place for you
Because Love is like a house
But ours is incomplete
Without our friend, Cupid
There to rest his wings
