Little, By Less

Little tips of metal in the walkway
Little whiffs of iron arranged for few
Little hints of trouble in the distance
Little stitches dropping on the loom

Little Nell or Little Orphan Annie
Little women they would never do
Little men she made them even smaller
A little touch or more of that in you
A little drunk the first time that she saw you
A little shy and just a little tense
A little Caesar in his tiny kingdom
A little cash and very little sense

A little hope can sometimes go a long way
A little fish can swim a river’s length
Little people grant you great big wishes
Little did she know she had the strength
So there’s little time I spend in reminiscing
Little use to me feeling sad
Little point in writing her a chorus
Little trace of what it was that we had

Oh, there’s little point in writing her a chorus
Little trace of what it was that we had