She Can Tell

She can tell, can’t she? I most think she can She can tell by the grace of my walk She can tell by the height of my posture; She can tell by the spark in my eye She can tell by the step in my heel She can tell by the rhythm of my hip She can tell by the smile on my lip; She can most probably tell by my expression By every smile, tear drop that runs down my cheek By every frown, every laugh that escapes my lips By every walk, every dance that gets inspired By every sad, sad love song that plays Reminding me of how much I lost; By every person that I speak to By every bus stop I pass By every shop I go into; By every child that plays Each and every day that passes by Oh, I bet she can tell that I plan on taking you away…