But I see the reason why

[intro: Spanish nylon guitar picking
• Soft acoustic guitar underneath]

[verse: Acoustic guitar + light shaker]

I met her through a tattoo chair
Ink and stories everywhere
Back when nights were wild and loud
Before life turned the pages around

Even then I noticed something
Most folks didn’t understand
She carried more than beauty
There was kindness in her hands

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[Pre-Chorus: Add steel guitar swell]

Some people walk in chasing light
Trying hard to shine
She just laughs and somehow
Everything feels right

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[Chorus: Full acoustic strum
• Spanish guitar flourishes between lines]

They see the beauty
The curves, the ink, the brown eyes
The way every room wakes up
When she walks inside

They see the surface
But they don’t see the truth in it
They see the beauty

But I see the reason.

The way she lifts a stranger
With a compliment and a smile
The way her heart keeps shining
Even after all this while

Yeah the world gets distracted
By the beauty she’s been given

They see the beauty

But I see the reason.

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Verse 2

Now she’s raising two young girls
Teaching them about this world
How to stand when life gets rough
And still believe in love

Built a business from a dream
Turned hard work into a life
Still finds time to lift someone
With kindness in her eyes

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Pre-Chorus

And that laugh of hers
You can hear it down the hall
Her daughter mocks it back at her
Trying hard to fool us all


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Chorus

They see the beauty
The curves, the ink, the brown eyes
The way every room wakes up
When she walks inside

They see the surface
But they don’t see the truth in it
They see the beauty

But I see the reason.

The way she lifts a stranger
With a compliment and a smile
The way her heart keeps shining
Even after all this while

Yeah the world gets distracted
By the beauty she’s been given

They see the beauty

But I see the reason.

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[Bridge: Drop instruments except nylon guitar]

Some people try to dim a light
They’re scared to understand
But stars were never meant
To fit inside someone’s hands

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[Final Chorus (bigger): Big vocal + harmonies + Spanish guitar lead]

They see the beauty
The curves, the ink, the brown eyes
The way every room wakes up
When she walks inside

But I see the fighter
The mother and the dreamer
They see the beauty

But I see the reason.

Modern country ballad, acoustic guitar with warm Spanish nylon guitar accents, emotional male vocal, heartfelt storytell