Lyric What makes me love him?

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.