The way you love with your eyes. You always cry at goodbyes.
You know what that means to me?
A smiley face in a text. A little kiss on my neck. Your hand where no one else can see.

Your fingers through my hair. A subtle wink that you care.
You know what that means to me?
When you butter my toast and play the perfect host. A shot of scotch in my cup of coffee.

A little bit of love, that’s what it means to me. A little sign of love, that’s just for you and me.

You squeeze my hand too tight. Wake me for love in the night.
You know what that means to me?
A hint of Dior and then you ask me for more. The way you’ve trapped me but you make me feel free.

When you massage me to sleep. The old pictures you keep.
You know what that means to me?
If I’ve ever a doubt about how things’ll work out, something you do can always make me believe.

A little bit of love, that’s what it means to me. A little sign of love, that’s just for you and me. Love, that’s what it means to me.
A little sign of love, that’s just for you and me.

I’ve heard all those loving words before.
Sweet talk without the actions have no meaning no more. Words are just so easy and free.
So It’s those little things you do that really matter to me.

The special dates you recall when I’ve forgotten them all.
You know what that means to me?
The way you wrinkle your nose. That funny gift that you chose. You make me happy even when you’re angry.

You always act so cool. You don’t know how to be cruel.
You know what that means to me?
The kind things that you do for those not blessed like you. You stole my heart but I gave you the key.

A little bit of love, that’s what it means to me. A little sign of love, that’s just for you and me. Love, that’s what it means to me.
A little sign of love, that’s just for you and me.