LITTLE BY LITTLE.

She don’t know what she’s doing

She’ll catch on when it’s too late

He’s marched out once again

He’s at the edge…is it too late.

Little by little

He is ripe for a good time

He’s staring at the mirror

He knows that he could give her a good time…

But she don’t wanna know

All she wants to do is criticise.

He goes down to the pub

Sees his mates then it’s disco

Very quickly in luck

Hesitates why he don’t know.

And it’s home around five

The first time but not the last time

That girl brings him alive

They’ll meet again.