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点击复制You leave the light on in the hall
When you know I’m scared of the dark
You fold my sleeves when they’re too long
And write me notes in every card
You hum your favorite melody
Even when the morning’s grey
And when I’m lost inside my head
You pull me gently back again
It’s not the grand, the wild, the loud
But in the quiet, I’ve found out
It’s the little things you do
That make me fall in love with you
Every laugh, every glance, every Sunday afternoon
It’s the way you hold my hand
When there’s nothing else to plan
Baby, don’t you know it’s true
I’m in love with little things you do
You keep my favorite tea in stock
Remember how I hate small talk
You kiss my forehead when I’m mad
And somehow make me smile like that
You dance with me in messy rooms
Play old songs on afternoons
It’s ordinary, but it’s gold
A quiet story being told
It’s not the grand, the wild, the loud
But in the quiet, I’ve found out
It’s the little things you do
That make me fall in love with you
Every laugh, every glance, every Sunday afternoon
It’s the way you hold my hand
When there’s nothing else to plan
Baby, don’t you know it’s true
I’m in love with little things you do
No fireworks, no fancy shows
Just your eyes when they glow
And that’s enough to let me know
It’s the little things you do
That make me fall in love with you
Every laugh, every glance, every Sunday afternoon
It’s the way you hold my hand
When there’s nothing else to plan
Baby, don’t you know it’s true
I’m in love with little things you do