Maybe it's her face,
No makeup at all,
As she tells me she's, not beautiful
Maybe it's her hair,
Soft, golden and wind blown,
As we drive through the streets of town
It could be all these things,
But I think mostly it's her smile
Maybe it's her laugh,
When she throws back in size,
Or her eybrows when I do something stupid
Maybe it's her smell,
The lotion she wears,
How my hands smell like country pear for days
It could be all these things,
But I think mostly it's her smile
'Cause I love to see,
Her smile back at me,
And I know she, is happy
Maybe it's her touch,
The feel of her hands,
When she puts her tiny fingers in mine
Maybe it's her eyes,
Gently searching my soul,
Oh but nothing stirs me like when I
see those lips roll and I see her smile
'Cause I love to see,
Her smile back at me,
And I know she,
Oh and I know she,
Oh and I know she,
Is happy

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