What makes me love him?
It′s not his singing
I've heard his singing
It sours the milk
And yet it′s gotten to the point
Where I prefer that kind of milk
What makes me love him?
It's not his learning
He's learned so slowly
His whole life long
And though he really knows
A multitude of things
They′re mostly wrong
He′s not romantic
And yet I love him
Though on occasion
He's used me ill
And though he′s handsome
I know inside me
Were he a plebe
I'd love him still
What makes me love him?
It′s quite beyond me
It must be something
I can't define
Unless it′s merely that he's masculine
And that he's mine
Writer(s): Jerry Bock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
