Little Words

Little words
Little words come sweet from your tongue
And they work
Yeah, they work for leading me on

And the ants are crawling on my computer
You inspire lust like the girls in the water
If I can trust and feel my desire
When you have got (a) hysterical spell on me

Little words
Doesn't take much to spit them out
But they hurt, I prefer you swallow them down
And the ants, I swept them of my computer
The image is lost of you in your underwear
This I can't trust or feel the desire
Now it has gone, you're pretty much dead to me