Little Love Songtext
von Young Lyre

Little hearts skip steps with a flutter.
Little arms hold tight to each other.
Little love.
Little love... Her.

Small towns roll twice ′til the summer.
Go to sleep through the heat and I wonder.
Oh...
Little love.

Her lips wonders while I stutter.
Little, lonely, looks undercover.
Brittle heart's still weak but I think...


Brittle heart′s still weak but...
Oh I think I love her.
Oh...
Oh I think I love her.
Oh...
I think I love her.

Oh...
Little love
Little love
Little love
Oh...
Little love.