He knows he is wrong
He knows that you are usually right
You never keep score
You don't care who wins
He knows he is wrong
That you stand behind
and accept him
when he falls
Just one of a thousand details
That makes him love you
That makes one love you
That makes me love you
That makes us love you
You always come on time
But I have never seen you hurry
It hurts me when I see you walk away
A straight back, so soft in posture
You are like a magic spell
That makes one love you
That makes one love you
That makes me love you
That makes us love you
I hurt you so much sometimes
I see traces of your tears
You expect nothing and you have always been so easy to forgive
Just one of a thousand little puzzles
That makes him love you
That make one love you
That make me love you
That make us love you