She draws her gun
Like a bow and arrow.
Shoots you a look
You wish you'd never seen.
You try to hide
Your own affections,
But you're caught in the crossfire of love,
And believe me, the girl can aim.

She knows your every move before you make it.
You play by all [bad word]  but still, she breaks your heart.
You want to know how to beat her at her own game.

Play it cool
– The operative word being cool –,
Or she'll blow you away.
Play it cool,
And listen to my warning:
Well, you'd better play nice,
or she'll put you on ice,
Keep your cool.

It does no good [bad word] from the Archer.
If a bullet doesn't kill you,
Her body surely will.
Your only hope
Is to try to win her over,
But you're captured by
The spy in harm's way.

She knows you're every thought before you think it.
You try to shake her off, but still, you drink her in.
You want to know how to beat her at her own game.

Play it cool
– The operative word being cool –,
Or she'll blow you away.
Play it cool,
And listen to my warning:
Well, just take my advice,
'Cause I won't tell you twice
That you'd better play nice,
Or she'll put you on ice,
Keep your cool.