It's The Little Things We Do

It's The Little Things We Do - The Zutons

Written by：The Zutons/Dave McCabe

Well I woke up this morning with

A teardrop in my eye

Because last night it felt like the best night of my life

Now there's something that is wrong

Rotting my insides

And I don't understand why my brain wants to die

I had women wine party time and

Everything that mattered

And when I woke up today you know

My brain was all in tatters

I had bits of lungs shrapnel glass cigarettes for breakfast

And my lips are blue my toes are numb and

I think I've got the shivers

It's the little things we do

When we go out in the night

And it's pay day today just for having a good time

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time

So I get up and go down the stairs and

I try to make a sandwich

But the ham and cheese margarine

They speak an evil language

Says don't eat me

I don't deserve to be there in your stomach

And I break on down and cry

Why do good time turn to bummers

It's the little things we do

When we go out in the night

And it's pay day today just for having a good time

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time

It's the little things we do when we go out in the night

And it's pay day today just for having a good time

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time

It's the little things we do when we go out in the night

And it's pay day today just for having a good time

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time