I found a bow and a little wooden arrow
In a store that was full of nothing
that I was there for
I bought it for a song
I had saved up in a pocket
And I tucked it in my coat,
like a sniper with a rocket
I walked around the cold, cold town,
just a maiden on a mission
Consumed with ideas
of revenge and redemption
But you gotta learn to shoot first
if you're aiming to kill
I practiced on a target
in a park with empty benches
And the little wooden ar row
closed on in each time by inches
Then one day the little arrow
found the mark of his endeavor
And the crazy idol boy,
he was blinded forever
I set out on a hunt
with my arrow and my bow
Till in my sights had fallen
one who hurt me long ago
But then I knew
I never could have killed him all alone
So I returned the bow and arrow
and the store gave back this song
I walked around the cold, cold town
Just a maiden who was wishing
She had never had ideas
of revenge and redemption
Shoulda never messed with
Cupid's arrow all along
I returned the bow and arrow
and the store gave back my song you