Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
Skeeter Davis
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
Once and hit you once again
Little arrows that hit everybody
Every now and then wow
Oh, oh, the pain
Some folk a run and others hide
But there is nothing they can do
And some folk 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...
Here they come pouring out...