In the way she walks, you can never tell, that she's anything but a modern southern belle, In the way she talks, to her mum and dad, There's nothing at all, not a nuance of sad, In the way she laughs, with her friends at school, There's nothing to suggest anything's troubling her cool, In the way she runs, when she's got nothing to do, There's nothing that says she's aching too, In the way she works, when she's given some, There's a lot of work and a lot of fun, But the way she looks when he passes by, There's a minute difference in how the minutes pass by, She laughs a little longer, smiles a little brighter, Looks more flushed, her mind seems lighter, Her spirit is lifted, her eyes glow, Her speech is faster and her words flow, The way she turns when she hears his name, Has your heart ever felt a flutter? Hers feels the same, The way she looks when she speaks of him, There's little to suggest where her heart has been, The way she smiles w