Lyrics

© Earl.C.Webb


He don't mind crying his heart out
How cool is that?
He'll tells me what it's all about
Oh how cool is that?
He tells me what's on he's mind, 'cause he's the sensitive kind
They're so hard to find

He's got baby eyes, go on tell me, just how cool is that?
He ain't afraid to cry, go on tell me, just how cool is that?

He's just a little old fashioned
He opens doors for me
I don't feel pressured or threatened
Treats me the way I want to be
I don't want someone who's rough, I like them quiet but tough
And who can't love me enough
He's got baby eyes, go on tell me, just how cool is that?
He ain't afraid to cry, go on tell me, just how cool is that?

He won't stop buying me flowers
How cool is that?
He'll listen to me for hours
How cool is that?
'Cause he doesn't do hurt, he ain't the kind that would flirt,
And he don't treat me like dirt

He's got baby eyes, go on tell me, just how cool is that?
He ain't afraid to cry, go on tell me, just how cool is that?

Repeat chorus to fade.