Those Little Things - Carla Bruni

No, nothing but my best, not good enough for you

'Cause nothing much is still too much to feel

Remember to forget, pretend you never knew

To beat the best and you don’t leave a clue

No, nothing but the best was not enought for you

You wouldn’t buy my pretty lie was true

But actting at the curtain fool is nothing new

Those little things that never leave a clue

If nothing but the best means nothing much to you

Don’t count on me, just count me out, please, do

I’ll never be your second best as others number two

One litlle thing that just won’t let you choose

No, nothing but the best and nothing less will do

It’s more or less that loneliness I knew

But you, you had me market initials black and blue

Those little things that never laid a clue

If nothing but the best means nothing much to you

Don’t count on me, just count me out, please, do

I’ll never be your second best as others number two

One litlle thing that just won’t let you choose

One litlle thing that just won’t let you choose

One litlle thing that just won’t let you choose