I open myself up for love
And all the hunters come
From close to home to far off lands
Yes, even New Zealand

Some come with flowers
and kind sweet words
with candy packed inside
but the taste is sour
the words angered
they’ve come to skin my hide

the arrows I thought
were cupid’s own
were dipped in devil’s blood
the bondage fought
I’ll be alone
Prefer to eat the mud

Hunt me down
You man, you man
I’ll bring you to your knees
for only my prince has a crown
away, away you please

I’ll not waste time
I’ll not look back
I tire of the army
I’d rather walk
a railroad track
and summon my own banshee

If I retreat
Into my shell
far into the deep woods
is there a chance
that there i’ll meet
my dear sweet Robin Hood