Song Description

piano-based with lots of classical influence and lovely strings. Great lyrics

Lyrics

There's a tiny little man
in a tiny little house
with a tiny little wife
for his tiny little spouse

By a tiny little choice
she wears a golden ring
has a tiny little voice
'cause he hates to hear her sing

They do a tiny dance
Wave their little limbs
Bark their tiny shins
Step on little toes and ankles

They jitterbug
They cut a rug
He gives a tug
And she just topples over

She holds to some sign of happiness
like she clutches her pocketbook
meanwhile...
Every robber can tell
she'll never let go while he's

throwing paper airplanes at her-
throwing paper airplanes till she's-
throwing paper airplanes like I said


So the tiny little man
and his tiny little spouse
gave a tiny little birth
to a tiny little louse

which falls down tiny stairs
and he swings his little fists
and he splits her tiny hairs
and she slits her little wrists

They do a tiny dance
Wave their little limbs
Bark their tiny shins
Step on little toes and ankles

They jitterbug
They cut a rug
He gives a tug
And she just topples over

He is carefully watching himself
for some sign of empathy
While she's avoiding his eyes
and every moment he's

throwing paper airplanes at her-
throwing paper airplanes till she's-
throwing paper airplanes like I said
like I said
like I said