Maybe it's her face, no make-up 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 her hands smell like country pear for days
You know 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
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