Keshia Chante - Little Things |
Little Things
Keshia Chante yea yea yeaaa i'm catchin a flight from L.A. its just the little things baby it's been three weeks since i've seen your face touchin down at a quater past three lucky you, you must be home asleep i wait for my bags they takin so long thats when i feel a touch from behind bout to call a cab to take me home standin there i cant believe you came turn around your right before my eyes its three oclock in the mornin and its pourin rain(theres something about it) i guess it must be all these things the kind of love you bring cant put my finger on it they make my heart beat for you(all these things) the little things that you do you remind each time we touch(its all the little things) the little things mean so much all the little things that you do yea yea i sleep through the mornin and wake up at two just cant wait to spend the day with you theres a note there that waitin sayin i head downstairs and the first thing i see theres a concert tonight i thoudht you'd want to go i hear that alicia's got a real good show sometimes it seems you think of everything you never cease to amaze me you know im loving all these things all the things you do(all the things, all the things that you do pretty baby) keep me lovin you(oooohhh yeaaaa) all these things all these things ooohh yeaa |