She came from Saint Louis way. 
Jungle and farmland for me. 
From first look knowing she's out of my league.
But she stole my heart that hot July day. 
What can this fool do? 
But to ride my bicycle by every day. 
For there was another. 
For he too was after her heart.  
Pedal as if the devil is behind me. 
Stopping at her car's windshield, taking "his" note. 
Riding away, Cupid smiling down. 
His job done.

Memories of my courtship.
Married that girl from Saint Louis way,
34 years of happiness.
To this day I smile and thank my Cupid. 
Listen, for you too may hear your Cupid.

Moral to this story: Pedal your bicycle
like the devil himself is behind you.