Arrows - ALASKALASKA

I stole a rose on my way home

A ticking bomb, so sweet to hold

I cut my teeth, asleep in woes

The deepest hold, the deepest hole

Arrows arose

How Cupid’s bow

It hit me so hard

A baby knows if it is loved

A man proposed and so it goes

I stole a rose and held it close

It’s mine to hold now

That what I’ve been told

Does he love me not?

Does he love me so?

Does he love me not?

Does he love me so?

Arrows arose

How Cupid’s bow

It hit me so hard

And I know, I know

It’s mine to hold

But it hit me so hard