Mika - Tiny love

It's not a su^Cnrise over ca^Dmnyons shaped like h^Amearts It isn't bur^Fsting into s^Cong in Central ^Gsus4Park ^G It's n^Cot the outline of your ^Am7/Bface drawn in the s^Amtars It's a "st^Fill-there-Mo^Gnday-morning" kind of l^Cove

There's no dra^Cmatic decl^Dmarations in the ra^Am7in It's not a l^Fove that finds its plea^Csure after ^Gsus4pain ^G I couldn't tr^Cain a bunch of d^Am7/Boves to spell your n^Amame It's a "d^Fon't-know-what-they'r^Ge-missing" kind ^Cof love

O^Cur kind of love, it gets b^Gmetter every day ^Gm/ACrazy c^Bbolors in the g^Frey, our love T^Ciny love, it's a ^Gsus4tiny lo^Gve

^CMy life was dull I used to w^Gmalk in a different way Bb N.C. But now I'm dancin', dancin', dancin', dancin'

^GOh, t^Finy lo^Cve ^GOh, t^Finy l^Cove ^GOh, t^Finy l^Cove ^COhh^Am7/Bhhhhhh^Amhhhh^E7hhh A^E7Aaaw^Amwwwww^C/Bwwwww^Cwww^F#wwww^Gwwwwwww

T^Chis tiny ^Am7/Blove has spoken ^AmAnd bigger hea^E7rts get broken (O^Fhhhhhh^Amhhh) T^Dminy l^Gove

^CSo small that ^Am7/Byou can't find us ^AmThe world revo^E7lves around us (O^Fhhhhh^Amhhhhh) T^Dminy l^Gove

T^Chis kind of ^Am7/Blove, it can't ^Ambe no other w^Aay ^DmOne kind of ^Dm/Clove blows the ^Dm/Bother ones a^Gway S^Come times it's t^C/Bough, others t^Amhink we're acting st^Arange But it's o^Dmur kind of ^Dm/Clove, ^Dm/Bour kind of l^Gove

^GOh, ti^Fny lo^Cve ^GOh, ti^Fny lo^Cve

^GMy name is ^Gsus4Michae^Gl Holbrook I was b^Forn in 1^C983 ^GNo, I'm not ^Gsus4losing^G my mind It's just this th^Fing that you do to me^C You get me h^Am7iiiiggg^Gggh on a t^Ciny love You get me h^Am7iiiiiii^Gigh A^Gnd if it ^Gsus4all go^Ges bad And our l^Fove sits like the s^Cun I^G'd give up a ^Gsus4hundre^Gd thousand lo^Fves For just this o^Cne

You get me h^Am7iiiiggg^Gggh on a t^Ciny love You get me h^Am7iiiiggg^Gggh on a t^Ciny love

It's not a su^Cnrise over ca^Dmnyons shaped like h^Amearts It isn't bur^Fsting into s^Cong in Central ^Gsus4Park ^G We may be t^Ciny to the ^Am7/Bworld, but in our h^Amearts We'd be g^Fiants with our t^Giny, tiny l^Cove