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 sad in your eyes
I'm just one
(I′m just one)
Of the guys
(Of the guys)
I′m so into you
You don't have a clue
But there′s nothing you can do to stop me now
You got me falling
Through noticing
The little things you do
Pulling 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've got me falling
Through noticing
The little things you do
Pulling 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 outta luck
(Outta 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 even blink an eye
It makes me wonder why
You′ve got me falling
Through noticing
The little things you do
Pulling a hold right over me
Funny as it seems
You make me dream
Doing the little things
Those little things you do
You've got me falling
Through noticing
The little things you do
Pulling 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
Rebeca
Writer(s): James Bourne
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