It's just the simple things
Pure incidentals, it's like,
You wouldn't even notice
when you're really turning me on
It's those little sparks that fly
and then land like dynamite..
It's just the simple things,
The incidentals, it's like,
Staying up till midnight
and talking 'bout absolutely nothing
It's those little sparks that fly
and then land like dynamite..
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