The Little Things
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I saw her one day in the hallway
Picking up something from the floor
She was living next door
I'd 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 she did
I don't know which one
It's 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 turned away 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 the 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
Picking 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's 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 in 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
Picking 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's 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 Chinese-y 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