I feel like a Worn out shoe
Walking down the old road to
Our house all boarded up
Trip over a broken cup
The one her sweet lips used to touch
Never thought that it would mean that much
But It's the little things that slip right through
it's the little things that stick to you
Touch me, hold me squeeze me tight
Tell me it will all be alright
Like back when we were young
We planned our lives around having fun
Like New Orleans, that's what I need
Wild Mag's on Frenchman street
It's the little things that slip right through
it's the little things that stick to you
Can I get, just one more chance
I think I'll get it right
Take me for what I am
I won't put up a fight
Green light, Red Light Stop the car
I'll show you just who I are
Sweet Magnolias on Ursaline
Walk me in a Second LIne
I used to think that love was heaven sent
But you can't use it to pay the rent
It's the little things that slip right through
it's the little things that stick to you
Can I get, just one more chance
I think I'll get it right
Take me for what I am
I won't put up a fight
So I pawned my wedding ring
I'm on the street with a new song to sing
It's the little things that slip right through
it's the little things that stick to you