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