Sarah Brightman - What makes me love him? lyrics

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.