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 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