Cupid

Give birth to an angel named cupid You've seen them in renaissance paintings Raise that thing with your eyes averted And feed it the most beautiful playthings It'll know you by the back of your head And the sound of you closing your eyes Fill it with hunger and fill it with dread And make it your most precious dear prize Do not look at your angel named cupid For it has grown hungry and wild It has fangs and claws that it hid And it never was ever your child