He don’t have much money to make her happy
A good man fortune forgot
But his handful of dreams and his heart full of love
Means so much more than all he ain’t got

‘Cause she loves the way he walks
And she loves the way he talks kind of slow
She loves the way he understands
It’s the little things in love that make him her man

He writes her poems, he brings flowers home
On weekends it’s breakfast in bed
And when he holds her hand, he’s holding her heart
He’s never stopped turning her head

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Side by side, stride for stride
He’s with her through thick and through thin
Through right or through wrong
He keeps holding on
The little things in love add up in the end

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