Maybe That's It

Maybe That’s It by Pearl Barrett and Serene Allison

He’s not the type who brings home flowers,
Candlelight dinners, talking for hours,
That’s not his thing, but don’t feel sorry for me
Can’t quite figure out the reason
Our love grows with every season

CHORUS:
Maybe it’s the way he hugs our little girl
That makes me melt,
Maybe it’s the way he looks at me and I know
I’m his world,
Could be that when he holds me we’re such a perfect fit,
Maybe that’s it!

Went to the mountains on our honeymoon,
We say we’ll get away again, just us two,
But that’s okay; life gets in the way,
But we don’t need exotic places
To figure out our love is precious.
Who needs a fantasy when you’ve got the real thing?

CHORUS:
Maybe it’s the way he just comes home
And everything feels right,
Maybe it’s the way he gave our son those
Same sky blue eyes,
Could be it’s his simple faith in God
That never quits,
Maybe that’s it!

BRIDGE:
He may not be perfect,
May not be every woman’s dream
But I know this
I’ll take all his flaws
But I wouldn’t trade his goodnight kiss.

CHORUS:
Maybe it’s the way he lets the children
Jump all over him,
Maybe it’s the way he’s strong and silent,
Yet he lets me in,
Could be it’s the calm assurance that
He always gives,
Maybe that’s it!