[Verse 1] Cupid played a flat note, and I turned my head, Caught in the chaos, the room spun instead. The trumpet was wailing, just shy of divine, But somehow your laughter fell into time. [Verse 2] The melody faltered, the rhythm went stray, Yet love found a cadence in the disarray. Your eyes held a harmony, tender and true, While Cupid, off-key, still pointed to you. [Chorus] Sometimes love swings where it doesn’t quite fit, A sour old chord that turns sweet bit by bit. Though Cupid’s aim wasn’t perfect that night, The magic of you made the song feel just right. [Bridge] The band kept on playing, but nothing aligned, The bass walked away while the drummer declined. Yet we kept on swaying, two hearts out of tune, Lost in each other, ‘neath a misfit moon. [Muted Trumpet Solo] [Verse 3] Cupid played a flat note, but I’m glad he did, The spark in your smile turned my stumble to a skid. For love isn’t perfect; it’s messy and grand, And darling, we’re swinging where none understand. [Chorus - Repeat] Sometimes love swings where it doesn’t quite fit, A sour old chord that turns sweet bit by bit. Though Cupid’s aim wasn’t perfect that night, The magic of you made the song feel just right. [Outro] So here’s to the flat notes, the breaks, and the bends, For they brought me you, where the melody ends.
