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 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.