Littlest Things Songtext
von Lily Allen

Hi, yeah, I know, I know you said that 15 minutes ago though
And he′s still not here
Yeah, well if he's not here in a minute
Then I′m gonna be very, very late
Actually, wait, I think I see him
Um, hi, going to Nottinghill Gate
Um, Portchester Halls, it's the free Front Room gig
Are you sure we're going the right way?
I have to turn around, I′m sorry, I′m sorry
So we're not going the right way?
Well, I′m gonna drive faster, okay?
I've got a gig to go to, I′m late already
And I'm, I′m gonna be in trouble if I'm not there really soon
Don't worry, you won′t be late
Just get me there, please?
Thank you


Sometimes I find myself sittin′ back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started callin' me your Mrs
All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses

I tell you sad stories about my childhood
I don′t know why I trusted you, but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt

Dreams, dreams
Of when we had just started things
(If you just wanted to pull over here, actually)
(′Cause I think it would be better if I just walked the rest of the way)
(Thank you)
And it seems, it seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too?

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame, but it′s so true
I know it's not right, but it seems unfair
That things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
So come on, tell me, is this the end?


Drinkin' tea in bed
Watching DVDs
When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines
You take me out shopping, and all we′d buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us

The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could tell that I was nervous so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you′d make that face you do
There's no one in the world who could replace you

Dreams, dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of me and you
It seems, it seems
That I can′t shake those memories
I wonder if you feel the same way, too?

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame, but it's so true
I know it′s not right, but it seems unfair
That things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
So come on, tell me, is this the end?

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame, but it's so true
I know it′s not right, but it seems unfair
That things are reminding me of you

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na
Thank you