She's never pulled anyone from a burning building. She's never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans. Screaming out her name. She's never hit a shot to win the game.
Don't know how you do it, like there's nothing to it. You just look my way. You come a little closer, I lose my composure. Don't know what to say. . I'm overwhelmed, you smile, I melt.
She looks in his eyes, he looks away. She chalks it up as another one of those days. If there's a reason he's coming home late. She hasn't heard it yet.