He tells me every morning of the world
How much better he can love me
Than he's loved me every morning,
And he means to.
He sees me and he knows I'm just a woman
And he takes me as I am
And does his best to understand me;
And he seems to.
He needs me, and he gives me back the feeling
That the loving that I give him's
Something better than he's ever known before.
He's everything that anyone could dream of coming true
Everything but...
He knows me and he knows there's something wrong
And it's useless any longer
To pretend to keep believing
But he tries to.
He shows me when he kisses me goodbye,
He won't ever try to bind me
By revealing his emotions
But his eyes do.
He loves me, and he knows that it's all over
But he'll never know that leaving him's
The hardest thing I ever had to do
He's everything of reason in the world for being true
Everything but you, everything but you.