He's so fine, no ordinary kind of thinker Half the time I stop and wonder what is on
his mind I have to tell myself he loves me
Cause he don't like to talk about it
What he feels, he keeps it in his own hip pocket
That's the deal, and I just have to take or leave it like
But in my heart I know he loves me He just don't like to talk about it
Sometimes I wish he would tell me more Move me with flowery phrases
Swear by the heavens his everlasting love
It's hard for him to say he loves me Oh, he don't like to talk about it
Sometimes I wish he would tell me more Move me with flowery phrases
Swear by the heavens his everlasting love
Oh, but still I find I wouldn't change a thing about him
Why should I? I never want to live without him, no
He doesn't have to say he loves me If he don't like to talk about it