Little Arrows

There's a boy
a little boy
Shootin' 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 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 anows everywhere

Little arrows that will hit you once
And hit you once again

Little arrows that hit everybody
Every now and then.
Oh
oh
oh
the pain.

Some folks run and others hide
But there ain't nothing they can do
And some folks put on armor
But the arrows go straight through.
So you can 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 . . .