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 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.

Oh oh oh the pain.

Some folks run and others hide

But ain't nothing they can do

And some folks put on armor

But the arrows go straght 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....