Little Things
Written by James Bourne

It's summer, everybody's out
And you're right over there
I'm staring while you play around
With that pencil in your hair

It's sad, in your eyes
I'm just one (just one) of the guys (of the guys)
I'm so into you, you don't have a clue
There's nothing you can do to stop me now

You got me falling, through noticing, the little things you do
Putting a hold right over me
Funny as it seems, you make me dream
Doing the little things, those little things you do

I saved up for binoculars
I bought them last weekend
To watch you playing badminton
With all your slutty friends

Maybe it's time, I gave up (I gave up), drew the line (drew the line)
My friends say I should, I wish that I could
But there's nothing they can do to stop me now

You got me falling, through noticing, the little things you do
Putting a hold right over me
Funny as it seems, you make me dream
Doing the little things, those little things you do

I call up your house, but I'm always out of luck (out of luck)
Keep hanging around, but that's never good enough (good enough)
And you don't reply when I talk to you, I shout at you
But you don't blink an eye, it makes me wonder why

You got me falling, through noticing, the little things you do
Putting a hold right over me
Funny as it seems, you make me dream
Doing the little things, those little things you do

You got me falling, through noticing, the little things you do
Putting a hold right over me
Funny as it seems, you make me dream
Doing the little things, those little things you do, do, do
Doing the little things, those little things you do, do, do
Doing the little things, those little things you do
Little things, little things (those little things)
Little things, little things (those little things)
Little things, little things (those little things)