| Song | Cupid |
| Artist | Pistolita |
| Album | Oliver Under the Moon |
| Cupid brings electricity | |
| intertwined with the mind | |
| with the dead glass eyes | |
| and braver than you think | |
| i lept from the building | |
| poppy fields i ran asleep | |
| something wicked follows me | |
| a kid broke neck | |
| on white picket fence | |
| and i had no reply | |
| no sting no cry | |
| and softer than you think | |
| she slept among poppies | |
| poppies give no real feeling | |
| something wicked follows me |