he talks to me

he might not ever be a lady's man

maybe his callused hands

have been too long in the sun

but he will always be the one i love

'cause he still does

what no one's ever done

and it means more to me

than he will ever know

'cause words could never say

how much i love the way

he talks to me

it does my heart good

to hear him talk to me

the way a lover should

he can ease my frustration

with his soothing conversation

and i love the way he's not afraid

to talk to me. now you can talk about the finer things

big cars and diamond rings

that light up your life

but let me tell you that the finest thing

is the joy he brings

when we turn out the light

and in those moments after we make love

that's when he holds me close

gives me what i need the most