Текст песни The Little Things - Day One

The Little Things

I saw her one day in the hallway
Kicking up something from the floor
She was living next-door
I noticed her before, coming in at night
But never looked twice, didn’t think she was my type
Then she did this thing
This thing she always does
She put her hand on her thigh and began to rub
Then something felt different
Something made me want it
Something had changed
I couldn’t put my finger on it
Just the little things she did
To turn me on
It’s just the little things sh did
I don’t know which one
It' just the little things sh did
To turn me on
It’s just the little things she did
I don’t know which one
Is it the way she turned around when I was looking?
Or when she smiled with one corner so her lips went crooked
The way she twitched her nose
The way she wore her clothes
Or the color of her varnish she was wearing on her toes
Just the little things she did
The little things she did
Saw her again today in the same way
Kicking up something from the floor
She just got back from the store
She smiled at me before, coming in at night
But I never smiled back, didn’t think she was my type
Then she did this thing
This thing she always does
She put her finger in some balm and gave her lips a rub
Then I saw her different
No longer platonic
What is it about her?
I can’t put my finger on it
Just the little things she did
To turn me on
It’s just the little things she did
I don’t know which one
It' just the little things she did
To turn me on
It’s just the little things she did
I don’t know which one
Is it the way she closed her eyes when she was drinking?
Or put her finger on her mouth when she was thinking?
Was it her million-mile stare? The way she did her hair?
With her little mirror, she can take it anywhere
Just the little things she did
The little things she did
Now I can’t look at her in the same way
Kicking up something from the floor
She knows it so she does it more
I say goodbye before she goes out at night
But now she looks at me as if to say «You're not my type.»
I hear the little things going on through the wall
Never used to notice but now I hear them all
I think about the things she does and how she does it
What is it about her?
I can’t put my finger on it
Just the little things she did
To turn me on
It’s just the little things she did
I don’t know which one
It' just the little things she did
To turn me on
It’s just the little things she did
I don’t know which one
Is it the way she tilts her head when she’s laughing?
Or when her eyes go chinesey and her lips start pouting?
The way she smiles at me when she’s walking past?
Or the dresses that she wears that accentuate her ass?
Just the little things she did
Just the little things she did
Like the way that she plays with her earrings
It’s just the little things she did
Like the way her mannerisms are endearing
It’s just the little things she did