But now that she’s not in the vehicle and I’m no longer worried about her hearing anything her sweet little ears shouldn’t, I find that I don’t want to turn the song off. In fact, I turn it up. Tap my fingers on the steering wheel. Fingers turn into whole hands. Hands turn into head nods. The track ends and flips to the next on the playlist, and it’s another one I recognize. One I even know the words to. It’s the song about the girl not knowing how beautiful she is. Not knowing how much the guy wants her. One person comes to mind at these lyrics.