Maybe it's the way she says my name
oh so syrupy sweet
Maybe it's a day like today
and every other day of the week

Maybe it's the way she makes me feel
when she makes me feel the way I do
Or maybe it's the way she gathers her stars
and tunes them to my moon

Maybe it's the way she makes my heart dance
when there's no music being played
Maybe it's how red she gets
when she's caught trying to misbehave

Maybe it's when the sunlight hits
the streaks of auburn in her hair
Or maybe it's her attitude of win or lose
she really doesn't care

Maybe it's the way the breeze carries
the smell of her perfume
Maybe it's the way she has her say
then leaves it up to you

Maybe it's the way she gives away
what most folk would miss
Or maybe if I think hard about it
it's more plus all of this...