He's so fine, no ordinary kind of thinker Half the time I stop and wonder what is onhis mind I have to tell myself he loves meCause he don't like to talk about itWhat he feels, he keeps it in his own hip pocketThat's the deal, and I just have to take or leave it likeBut in my heart I know he loves me He just don't like to talk about itSometimes I wish he would tell me more Move me with flowery phrasesSwear by the heavens his everlasting loveIt's hard for him to say he loves me Oh, he don't like to talk about itSometimes I wish he would tell me more Move me with flowery phrasesSwear by the heavens his everlasting loveOh, but still I find I wouldn't change a thing about himWhy should I? I never want to live without him, noHe doesn't have to say he loves me If he don't like to talk about it