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’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