Little Things — текст песни (Vince Gill)

Me and you and the Sunday paper
Spread all over the bed
A rose colored morning light
All to ourselves
Hot coffee and the comic strips
Pillow talk and your fingertips
Laying down and loving
Ў®Til there`s nothing left
CHORUS:

I`ll take the little things
The simple pleasures that your sweet love brings
I`ll take the little things with you

Open the windows, leave that old fan on
Lay here with me Ў®til the sun is gone

Don`t say nothin` just let the time
Pass right on by
I want to hear you breathe
I want to brush your hair
I don`t care if we go anywhere
We`ve got everything we need

Right here in this room

REPEAT CHORUS

Me and you and the Sunday paper
Spread all over the bed