Littlest Things (In the Style of Lily Allen) (Instrumental Only)

Written by：Lily Allen/Mark Ronson/Pierre Bachelet/Herve Roy/Santi White

Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing

Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'

And I remember when you started callin' me your missus

All the play fightin' all the flirtatious disses

I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood

I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could

We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt

I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt

Dreams dreams

Of when we had just started things

Dreams of you and me

And it seems it seems

That I can't shake those memories

I wonder if you have the same dreams too

The littlest things that take me there

I know it sounds lame but it's so true

I know it's not right but it seems unfair

The things are reminding me of you

Sometimes I wish we could just pretend

Even if only for one weekend

So come on tell me

Is this the end

Drinkin' tea in bed

Watching DVDs

When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines

You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers

As if we ever needed anything to entertain us

The first time that you introduced me to your friends

And you could tell that I was nervous so you held my hand

When I was feeling down you made that face you do

There's no one in the world who could replace you

Dreams dreams

Of when we had just started things

Dreams of me and you

And it seems it seems

That I can't shake those memories

I wonder if you feel the same way too

The littlest things that take me there

I know it sounds lame but it's so true

I know it's not right but it seems unfair

The things are reminding me of you

Sometimes I wish we could just pretend

Even if only for one weekend

So come on tell me

Is this the end