You can burn my house You can cut my hair You can make me wrestle naked With a grizzly bear
You can poison my cat Baby I don’t care But if you talk in the movies I’ll kill you right there
It’s the little things It’s just the little things Aw, it’s the little things It’s just the little things Yeah, it’s the little things That drive me wild
I’m like a mad dog I’m on a short leash I’m on a tight rope Hanging by a thread
I’m on some thin ice You push me too far Welcome to my nightmare No more Mr. Nice Guy
You can steal my car And drive it into the lake You can stick me in the oven And put it on bake
You could throw a big brick Through my window pane But if I ever hear you ask me How I got my name
It’s the little things It’s just the little things Aw, it’s the little things It’s just the little things Yeah, it’s the little things That drive me wild
I’m like a mad dog I’m on a short leash I’m on a tight rope Hanging by a thread
I’m on some thin ice You push me too far Welcome to my nightmare No more Mr. Nice Guy
I’ve done it all I mean I been everywhere I’ve been beaten I been stabbed I been hung I been burried alive And I can deal with that But its the little things
It’s the little things It’s just the little things Yeah it’s the little things Just the little things Aw, just the little things That drive me wild
I’m like a mad dog I’m on a short leash I’m on a tight rope Hanging by a thread
I’m on some thin ice You push me too far I’m just a psycho Pathic psycho pathic
I’m like a mad dog I’m on a short leash I’m on a tight rope Hanging by a thread
I’m on some thin ice You push me too far Welcome to my nightmare No more Mr. Nice Guy
It’s the little things Aw, it’s the little things It’s just the little thingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
