maybe its the way she lets her hair down on a sunday afternoon maybe its the way that she s romantically attracted to the moon maybe its the perfume that i know she doesn t wear or maybe its the way she dances when she thinks there ain t nobody there she loves me in the morning without warning before the sun begins to rise and in the evening i can tell her feelings just by looking in her eyes songbirds in the garden sing to her through frozen holidays and all my woe and trouble is gonna double when we go our seperate ways sugar dandellion honey peach never did too much for me cause i ain t no cassanova and no i never ever tried to be but something in her smile charms me like a child and then she turns the thieves and outlaws into nothing less than perfect gentlemen well the moon is in the mountains and the night is taking pictures of the sky and i ve got nothing for you nothing but this simple lullabye now should your mind forget me regret me or even do me wrong you ll always live here in my heart cause baby thats right where you belong