Call up on a Friday
With your pretty little ways
Berlin right up ahead
Drawin' shapes in a carpet
Washin' down a sour taste
With a silly little smile
Push me straight down the steps
Then you leave my apartment

I know
It's a little thing
Yeah, I know
If you want me to, I'll go
But, olivia, it's you

I've been up and down the bitter end
Cry, baby, cry
Every now and every then
I catch a scent of your jacket

I know
It's a little thing
Yeah, I know
If you want me to, I'll go
But, olivia, it's you

I know
It's a little thing
Yeah, I know
If you want me to, I'll go
But, olivia, it's you