Little words, Little words come sweet from your tongue. And they work, Yeah, they work for leading me on. And the ants are crawling on my computer. You inspire lust like the girls in the water. If I can trust and feel my desire, when you have got (a) hysterical spell on me. Little words, doesn't take much to spit them out. But they hurt, I prefer you swallow them down. And the ants, I swept them of my computer. The image is lost of you in your underwear. This I can't trust or feel the desire. Now it has gone, you're pretty much dead to me.