LYRIC



HE GETS A TWINKLE IN HIS EYE
WHEN HE’S ABOUT TO SMILE
JUST THE TOUCH OF HIS LIPS
MAKES MY HEART GO WILD

ON A SUNDAY MORNIN’
CURLED UP NEXT TO HIM
IT’S WHAT HE’S NOT SAYIN’
THAT’S SAYIN’ EVERYTHING…

HE’S A MAN OF FEW WORDS
TAKES HIS SWEET TIME
I KNOW WHAT’S IN HIS HEART
NOT WHAT’S ON HIS MIND
HE AINT BIG ON CONVERSATION
NO HE DON’T HAVE TO BE
HE’S A MAN OF FEW WORDS
BUT HE SAVES THE 3 BEST FOR ME…

HE’S A WARM CUP OF COFFEE
WHEN I’M HAVING A BAD DAY
AT JUST THE RIGHT TIME
HE KNOWS THE RIGHT THING NOT TO SAY

HE CAN STILL LEAVE ME SPEECHLESS
WITH JUST ONE PERFECT ROSE
A POET WITH HIS HANDS
EVERYTIME HE PULLS ME CLOSE…

HE’S A MAN OF FEW WORDS
TAKES HIS SWEET TIME
I KNOW WHAT’S IN HIS HEART
NOT WHAT’S ON HIS MIND
HE AINT BIG ON CONVERSATION
NO HE DON’T HAVE TO BE
HE’S A MAN OF FEW WORDS
BUT HE SAVES THE 3 BEST FOR ME…

HE’S A MAN OF FEW WORDS
TAKES HIS SWEET TIME
I KNOW WHAT’S IN HIS HEART
NOT WHAT’S ON HIS MIND
HE AINT BIG ON CONVERSATION
NO HE DON’T HAVE TO BE
HE’S A MAN OF FEW WORDS
BUT HE SAVES THE 3 BEST FOR ME…
HE’S A MAN OF FEW WORDS
BUT HE SAVES THE 3 BEST FOR ME…

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