If You Love the Little Things (v3.5 Baddie)

[Verse 1] Walkin’ past the record store, My name in chalk outside the door. Mixtape playin’ through my brain, Your laugh cuts through the summer rain. Bubblegum and roller skates, First kiss by the garden gates. Told myself it wasn’t fate, But you showed up a little late. [Pre-Chorus] And I don’t need a diamond ring, Just a song that makes me sing. [Chorus] If you love the little things, baby, you love the whole thing. Holding hands and dancing slow when no one’s watching. A look across the room, a smile that never leaves— That’s what real love means. If you love the little things… you love the whole thing. [Verse 2] Nail polish chipped, but I still shine, Drinking dreams like cherry wine. Sparklers on the Fourth of July, Wishing on a Polaroid sky. You don’t have to be the best, Just hold my heart against your chest. Love is not a treasure chest— It’s Sunday coffee, satin mess. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t give me a fairytale king, Just a boy who lets me sing. [Chorus] If you love the little things, baby, you love the whole thing. Your jacket on my shoulders when the cold comes creeping. Dancing through the dark with nothing but a dream— That’s what real love means. If you love the little things… you love the whole thing. [Bridge] I had a flash of years to come, Us fighting in the setting sun. You with your baggage, me with mine— But still, we pour the wine. I smiled at that aching scene, ‘Cause nothing real is ever clean. And babe, I’d rather fall and feel, Than float on something fake and sealed. [Breakdown – whispered] “If I told you this was all a dream… Would you still love me?” [Final Chorus] If you love the little things, baby, you love the whole thing. Not just the highs, but all the stings and soft beginnings. It’s burnt toast mornings, it’s midnight songs— That’s where the real love clings. If you love the little things… Then baby— You love the whole thing. [Outro] You love the whole thing… You love the whole thing… Yeah, if you love the little things… (Whisper) You love me. Would you still love me?” [Final Chorus] If you love the little things, baby, you love the whole thing. Not just the highs, but all the stings and soft beginnings. It’s burnt toast mornings, it’s midnight songs— That’s where the real love clings. If you love the little things… Then baby— You love the whole thing. [Outro] You love the whole thing… You love the whole thing… Yeah, if you love the little things… (Whisper) You love me