Blow her a kiss from across the room Say she looks nice when she's not Touch her hair as you pass her chair Little things mean a lot Give her your arm as you cross the street And call her at six on the dot A line a day when you're far away Little things mean a lot Don't have to buy her diamonds or pearls Champagne, sables, and such For she never cared much for diamonds and pearls But honestly, honey, they just cost money Give her a hand when she's lost the way Give her your shoulder to cry on Whether the day is sunny or gray Give her your heart to rely on Send her the warmth of a secret smile Show you haven't forgot For now and forever, that's always and ever Little things mean a lot Little things mean a lot