All These Things

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 it's her smile
 Maybe it's her laugh when she throws back and sighs
 Or her eyebrows when I do something stupid
 Maybe it's her smell, the lotion she wears
 Or how my hands smell like country pear for days
 You know it could be all these things
 But I think mostly it is 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
 Still 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 is happy