It's not much, these little things
These things that we ask for
These things that we need
It's not much, is it?
Not to you, not to anyone but me
All these things that we ask for
All these things that we want
They don't mean much
Only the world to me, of course
If it's such a little thing
Such a crying shame of a little thing
Do you think...
That maybe you might
Find some way, some reason
-Do you think you might indulge me?
It's not much, what I ask for
Just a little kindness
Just a little joy
It's not much, not really...