The Incidentals

It's just the little things
The incidentals it's like
You wouldn't even notice
When you really turn me on
It's the little sparks that fly
And then land like dynamite

It's just, it's just the simple things
Pure incidentals it's like
Staying up till midnight and talking about
Absolutely nothing
It's the thought that it'll always be
As wild as i expect it to be, yeah

Ooh you know it's la la la la love
When you dream
A monster just swallowed you up and
You don't wanna be saved
Ooh and i am crazy about you babe
You satisfy me in so many ways
So many ways

But it's just the little things
The incidentals it's like
You wouldn't even notice
When you are really turning me on
It's those little sparks that fly and then
Land like dynamite

It's just, it's just, the simple things
Pure incidentals it's like
Breathing on the back of my neck
And making me feel weak inside
It's no, no matter how scared i am
I know i'll be safe tonight

Ooh you know it's la la la la love
When you dream
A monster just swallowed you up and
You don't wanna be saved
Ooh and i am crazy about you babe
You satisfy me in so many ways
So many ways
So many ways
I can't count the ways

[Instrumental]

It's the thought that it'll always be as
Wild as i expect it to be
And it's just the little things
Pure incidentals it's like
You wouldn't even notice
When you are really turning me on
It's those little sparks that fly and then
Land like dynamite, yeah

It's those little sparks that fly and then
Land like dynamite, yeah