Well, it's not the way you smile As cheerful as a child Who's found a peaceful patch of grass to lie And it's not about the way You breeze about the day Like a feather floating easy in the sky It's the little things that we talk about Making faces 'til we're both laughing Never know that times ever passing by With you... On a Sunday afternoon With you on a Sunday afternoon Does it harm me to confess It's not just the way you dress But the way you claim the center of the room It's not just the way you sigh As you look up at the sky And trace the flight of someone's lost balloon It's the little things that we talk about Making faces 'til we're both laughing Never know that times ever passing by With you... On a Sunday afternoon With you on a Sunday afternoon With you... Cause it's the little things that we talk about Making faces 'til we're both laughing Never know that times ever passing by With you... On a Sunday afternoon With you on a Sunday afternoon With you...