Stephen Speaks All These Things Lyrics

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