ALASKALASKA — Arrows

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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