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