| Song | What She Sees In Me |
| Artist | Mark Wills |
| Album | And The Crowd Goes Wild |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones, Ritchey | |
| 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. |
| zuo qu : Jones, Ritchey | |
| Thirtyone 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, Ritchey | |
| Thirtyone 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. |