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.
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Here they come, pouring out of the blue
Little arrows for me and for you
You're |: falling in love again :|
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Little arrows in your clothing, little arrows in your hair
When you're in love you'll find those little arrows ev'rywhere
Little arrows that will hit you once, and hit you once again
Little arrows that hit ev'rybody ev'ry now and then.
Oh oh oh, the pain!
Some folks run and others hide, there is nothing they can do
And some folks put on armour, but the arrows go straight through
So you see: there's no escape, so why not face it and admit.
hat you love those little arrows when they hurt a little bit.
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Chorus (3x)