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.
No one occasion
He's used me ill
And though he′s handsome
I know inside me
Were he a plain man
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, Sheldon Harnick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
