There you go, slipping away into a state of grace. I know the look that comes across your face. It's so familiar to me. Here I am, trying to keep you in my line of sight.
She's got a way about her. I don't know what it is. But I know that I can't live without her. She's got a way of pleasin'. I don't know what it is. But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway.