He knows that he does wrong
He knows that you normally are right
You never count points
Or care who wins
He knows that he does wrong
that you stand behind
and embrace him
when he falls
Only 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 in time
but I have never seen you hurry
It strikes me when I see you go away
So straight in the back so soft in posture
You are like a spell
That makes one love you
That makes one love you
That makes me love you
That makes us love you
I do you so wrong sometimes
I see traces of your tears
You expect nothing and you have always
been so easy to forgive
Only one of a thousand small mysteries
That makes him love you
that makes one love you
that makes me love you
that makes us love you