Texty: Mark Wills. Crowd Goes Wild. What She Sees In Me.

Thirty-one and six foot even,
She still looks at me and sees
Her wide eyed boy, six years old
Reachin' for her hand to hold.
She still tells me, "Wipe your feet son,
Wash your hands, it's time to eat". Yeah.
She believes she's heaven sent
To protect my long lost innocence.

What she sees in me,
Is nothing but the best.
In her eyes I'll never be
Anything less.
It's a love strong enough to forgive the rest.
If only I could always be
What she sees in me.

This ain't the paradise I promised her;
It's just a slice of life with an average man:
Honest work with calloused hands.
And it bothers me I can't deliver
All the things I swore I'd give her.
She looks into my eyes
Like life with me is some kind of prize.

What she sees in me,
Is nothing but the best.
In her eyes I'll never be
Anything less.
It's a love strong enough to forgive the rest.
If only I could always be
What she sees in me.

Three years old and two foot four,
Each day when I walk through the door
She runs to me and holds me tight,
And in her eyes there shines a light
That reaches to the deepest part
Of all that's good inside my heart.
The places that are kind and true,
And I know I must live up to:

What she sees in me,
Is nothing but the best.
In her eyes I'll never be
Anything less.
It's a love strong enough to forgive the rest.
If only I could always be
What she sees in me