Thirty-one and six foot even,
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She still looks at me and sees
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Her wide eyed boy, six years old
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Reachin' for her hand to hold.
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She still tells me, "Wipe your feet son,
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Wash your hands, it's time to eat". Yeah.
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She believes she's heaven sent
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To protect my long lost innocence.
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What she sees in me,
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Is nothing but the best.
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In her eyes I'll never be
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Anything less.
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It's a love strong enough to forgive the rest.
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If only I could always be
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What she sees in me.
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This ain't the paradise I promised her;
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It's just a slice of life with an average man:
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Honest work with calloused hands.
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And it bothers me I can't deliver
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All the things I swore I'd give her.
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She looks into my eyes
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Like life with me is some kind of prize.
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What she sees in me,
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Is nothing but the best.
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In her eyes I'll never be
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Anything less.
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It's a love strong enough to forgive the rest.
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If only I could always be
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What she sees in me.
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Three years old and two foot four,
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Each day when I walk through the door
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She runs to me and holds me tight,
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And in her eyes there shines a light
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That reaches to the deepest part
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Of all that's good inside my heart.
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The places that are kind and true,
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And I know I must live up to:
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What she sees in me,
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Is nothing but the best.
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In her eyes I'll never be
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Anything less.
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It's a love strong enough to forgive the rest.
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If only I could always be
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What she sees in me.
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What She Sees In Me
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| Mark Wills |
