[EMILIA]
The little god of love
Is the one I'm fondest of
And the one that I am scared the most of
When right out of the blue
He aims his dart at you
A chance you haven't got the ghost of
Of all the gods the Romans and the Greeks invented
He's the one who keeps us most tormented

The little naked boy
With golden bow and arrow
Can bring you endless joy
Or chill you to the marrow
With love he likes to toy
You burn and then you shiver
Through the magic quiver
Of the little naked boy

Many's the time he wrinkles your brow
Unstrings the strings of your heart
Many's the time you say, "From now
I'll dodge whenever he aims his dart!"
Next day the tender sign
You're longing to recapture
Life would lose its rapture
If the little naked boy
Should pass me by
[MODELS, ANGELA]
Ah The little naked boy
With golden bow and arrow
Can bring you endless joy
Or chill you to the marrow
With love he likes to toy
You burn and then you shiver
Through the magic quiver
Of the little naked boy

Ah Many's the time he wrinkles your brow
Unstrings the strings of your heart
Many's the time you say Ah, "From now
I'll dodge whenever he aims his dart!"

[ANGELA, MODELS]
Next day the tender sign
You're longing to recapture
Life would lose its rapture
Ah If the little naked boy
Ah Should pass me by

[NARRATOR, spoken]
Now we leave our maidens fair
And head back to the palace where
We find—no, not Cellini yet
We find the Duke is quite upset
Trying to write a little ditty
He cannot write and it's a pity
A love song for his girl sublime—
Well, Angela is hard to rhyme