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 ause they hurt a little bit

Here they come falling 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

Whoa-oh-oh the pain?
Some folks run and others hide, but there is 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 falling 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 falling 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