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

(Woh-oh-oh, the pain)
Some folks run, and others hide, there ain't 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, 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
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
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...