A woman's love I have felt it And I have held it I have known I have tasted And I have wasted I'll never understand All the little things

Yeah little things they make me so happy You point the finger at me but I don't believe In my mind there is no time All I want to do is live by the sea But it's good yes it's good it's good to be free Head like a rock spinning round and round I found it

There's a difference in Living and living well You can't have it all All by yourself Something's always missing 'Til you share it with someone else There's a difference in living and living well Had a nice little life A little boat a little beach

Tell me I will be released Not sure I can deal with this Up all night again this week You cry a little, so do I, so do I Breaking things that I should keep I know that you're hiding I know there's a part of you that I just cannot reach You don't have to

'Cause I needed you Probably as bad as I need another hole in the head Car keys in your hand I believe that you would leave me for dead Tongue tied from all the little things And they're the reason that I scream I needed you I believe you would leave I'm

Oh, she's a little runaway Daddy's girl learned fast All those things he couldn't say Ooh, she's a little runaway No one heard a single word you said They should have seen it in your eyes On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives

I know I'll be just fine This little light of mine I know those hands will catch it all Momma's prayers they guide me Yes, I know that And if I fall, what if I fall? These hands will catch it all Many things you pulled me through and I wouldn't even know

Now who will kiss your lips darlin' Who will call you sweetheart Oh who will tell you they love you Oh you once was my little sweetheart Now who's been talkin' to you Somebody's been tellin' you wrong Things a-bout me that you shouldn't believe I miss

All those memories Didn't cost us anything All the shiny cars, perfect yards Chasin' store bought dreams We work so hard to have it all When all the things we want are free Magnavox in the living room CBS and NBC

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,