He gets a twinkle in his eye When he's about to smile Just the touch of his lips Makes my heart go wild And 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 ain't big on conversation No, he don't have to be He's a man of few words But he saves the three 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 And he can still leave me speechless With just one perfect rose A poet with his hands Every time 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 ain't big on conversation No, he don't have to be He's a man of few words But he saves the three 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 ain't big on conversation No, he don't have to be He's a man of few words But he saves the three best for me He's a man of few words But he saves the three best for me