ABC - Poison Arrow Lyrics
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Poison Arrow
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What Are The Lyrics For Poison Arrow By ABC?
If I were to say to you, "can you keep a secret?"
Would you know just what to do or where to keep it? Then I say, "I love you", foul the situation Hey girl, I thought we were the right combination Who broke my heart, you did, you did Bow to the target, blame Cupid, Cupid You think you're smart, stupid, stupid Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow No rhythm in cymbals, no tempo in drums Love on arrival, she comes when she comes Right on the target but wide of the mark What I thought was fire was only the spark The sweetest melody Is an unheard refrain So lower your sights, yeah But raise your aim, raise your aim Who broke my heart, you did, you did Bow to the target, blame Cupid, Cupid You think you're smart, stupid, stupid Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow I thought you loved me, but it seems you don't care I care enough to know, I can never love you Who broke my heart, you did, you did Bow to the target, blame Cupid You think you're smart, that's stupid Right from the start when you knew we would part Shoot that poison arrow to my heart Shoot that poison arrow Shoot that poison arrow to my heart, heart, heart Shoot that poison arrow Heart Shoot that poison arrow Shoot that poison arrow |
Who Wrote Poison Arrow By ABC?
Martin David Fry, Mark Andrew White, Stephen Barry Singleton, Mark Christopher Lickley
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