I contemplate, I languish

I look in your eyes, they're chasing,
        perhaps something there, that's yours,
        or something that didn't occur, not me, I'm sure,
then why do I long for you, hopelessly

It starts with the eyes, she has to have those kind of eyes that can see through the bullshit to the good in someone, 20% angel 80% devil, down to earth ain't afraid to get a little engine grease under her fingernails.

-- Fast and Furious 4