Little Arrows

There's a boy, a little boy, shooting arrows in the blue
And he's aiming them at someone
But the question is at who, is it me, or is it you?

It's hard to tell until you're hit
But you'll know it when they hit you
'Cause they hurt a little bit
Here they come, pouring out of the blue

Little arrows for me and for you
You're falling in love again, falling in love again
Little arrows in your clothing, little arrows in your hair
When you're in love you'll find those little arrows everywhere

Little arrows that will hit you oncе and hit you once again
Little arrows that hit evеrybody every now and then
(Woh-oh-oh, the pain)
Some folks run, and others hide, there ain't nothing they can do

And some folks put on armor
But the arrows go straight through
So, you see, there's no escape
So why not face it and admit
That you love those little arrows when they hurt a little bit?

Here they come, pouring out of the blue
Little arrows for me and for you
You're falling in love again, falling in love again

Little arrows in your clothing, little arrows in your hair
When you're in love you?ll find those little arrows everywhere
Little arrows that will hit you once and hit you once again

Little arrows that hit everybody every now and then
Here they come, pouring out of the blue
Little arrows for me and for you

You're falling in love again, falling in love again
Little arrows in your clothing, little arrows in your hair

When you're in love you'll find those little arrows everywhere
Little arrows that will hit you once and hit you once again
Little arrows that hit everybody every now and then
Little arrows in your clothing, little arrows in your hair

When you're in love you'll find those little arrows everywhere
Little arrows that will hit you once and hit you once again
Little arrows that hit everybody every now and then
Little arrows in your clothing, little arrows in your hair
When you're in love you'll find those little arrows everywhere...