I could see it in her eyes.
I could see it in her smile.
She said, sit down and stay awhile.
I could see it in her face.
Could feel it, in her sweet embrace.
I think she loves me.
It's something I feel inside.
A feeling she don't hide.
It's something she don't have to say
I think she loves me.
I just know.
The places we go. The things we do.
It's very true, and the reason
I am no longer blue.
I think she loves me.
I could see in the way she holds my hand.
She really does understand.