Blow me a kiss from across the room,
Say I look nice when I’m not,
Touch my hair as you pass my chair
Little things mean a lot.
Give me your arm as we cross the street,
Call me at six on the dot;
A line a day when you’re far away
Don’t have to buy me diamonds or pearls,
Champagne, sables or such;
I never cared much for diamonds and pearls,
Give me your hand when I’ve lost the way,
Give me your shoulder to cry on;
Whether the day is bright or gray,
Give me your heart to rely on.
Send me the warmth of a secret smile
To show me you haven’t forgot;
For always and ever, now and forever,
Little things mean a lot.
Give me your hand when I’ve lost the way,
Give me your shoulder to cry on;
Whether the day is bright or gray,
Give me your heart to rely on.
Send me the warmth of a secret smile
To show me you haven’t forgot;
That always and ever, now and forever,
Little things mean a lot.
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