Cupis came down, Cupid came down And gave her a slot Of his secondhand charm Heaven was short But addictive as hell She longed for the next hidden hotel No medicine for mistresses No medicine for mistresses Weekend outdoors, Flowers and tights For thousand and one separate nights Freelancelover who never would lie Cupid is cold, you promises die No medicine for mistresses No medicine for mistresses Give me another secondhand night In a hidden hotel, Red doors and red lights Present and promises never will die I'll live on them for the rest of my live No medicine for mistresses No medicine for mistresses