there's a boy a little boy shooting arrows in the blue and he's aiming them at someone but thequestion is that who is it me or is it you hard to tell until you're hit but you'll know it whenthey hit you cause they hurt a little bit here they come pouring out of the bluelittle arrows for me and for you you're falling in love again falling in love againlittle arrows in your clothing little arrows in your hair when you're in love you'll findthose little arrows everywhere little arrows that will hit you once and hit you once againlittle arrows that hit everybody every now and thenwhoasome folks run other times there ain't nothing they can do and some folks put on armor but thearrows go straight through so you see there's no escape so why not face it and admit that youlove those little arrows when they hurt a little bit here they come pouring out of the bluelittle arrows for me and for you you're falling in love again falling in love againlittle arrows in your clothing little arrows in your hair when you're in love you'll find thoselittle arrows everywhere little arrows that will hit you once and hit you once againlittle arrows that hit everybody every now and thenlittle arrows in your clothing and hit you once and hit you once againLittle arrows in your hairWhen you're in loveYou'll find those little arrows everywhereLittle arrows that will hit you onceAnd hit you once againLittle arrows that hit everybodyEvery now and thenLittle arrows in your clothingLittle arrows in your hairWhen you're in loveYou'll find those little arrows everywhereLittle arrows that will hit you onceAnd hit you once againI wrote that hit everybody.