Sarah Brightman - 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