Texty: Son Of Dork. Welcome to Loserville. Little Things.

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 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 seem, 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, 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 outta luck
Keep hanging around
But that's never 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