Those Little Things
(Boris Bergman / Paul Ives)
No, nothing but my best, not good enough for you
'Cause nothing much is still too much to feel
Remember to forget, pretend you never knew
To beat the best and you don't leave a clue
No, nothing but the best was not enought for you
You wouldn't buy my pretty lie was true
But actting at the curtain fool is nothing new
Those little things that never leave a clue
If nothing but the best means nothing much to you
Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do
I'll never be your second best as others number two
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
No, nothing but the best anda nothing less will do
It's more or less that loneliness I knew
But you, you had me market initials black and blue
Those little things that never laid a clue
If nothing but the best means nothing much
Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do
I'll never be your second best as others number two
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
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