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've got to learn to shoot first If you're aiming to k** I practiced on a target in a park with empty benches And the little wooden arrow closed on in each time by inches Then one day the little arrow found the mark of his endeavor And the crazy-eyed old bull, he was blinded forever I set out on a hunt, with my arrow and my bow Til in my sights had fallen one who hurt me long ago But then I knew I never could have k**ed him all along So I returned the bow and arrow and the store gave back this song I walked around the cold, cold town, just a maiden on a mission She never had ideas of revenge and redemption Shouldn't've ever messed cupid's arrow all along I returned the bow and arrow and the store gave back my song