Sugarcane Sword Paroles

Is torn to bandage up the gore

Chorus:
It’s a cold, cold war
That lovers all endure
But I know this can’t be
What we were made for

I’ll be the sheath
To your dagger
Count the scars to keep the score

I’ll be your bow
My sweet arrow
Your sharp wit knows just how to hurt

(Chorus)

There’s no cheek
I haven’t turned So don’t play drums upon my door

(Chorus)

I’ve lived and died
By cupid’s sugarcane sword
Now in another’s arms I’ll be reborn