No wonder she suits him   She never disputes him      The conversation's not too exciting   But oh, what a change it must be   To spend an evening where there's no conversation   Must be a relief after me      And thought there's nothing much to challenge your mind here   Who cares when the food's so delicious?   Not to mention these beautiful dishes   A matched set from France, yet      No wonder he loves her, no wonder to me   With ribbons and laces in all the right places      I must admit it's all very pleasant   And this is a comfortable room   And if he likes the smell of lilacs and roses   Then maybe he likes her perfume      And thought her silky hair   And milky complexion are nice   Still they're not that distracting   So what accounts for the way he's been acting?      Her softness, her sweetness   How could he resist her and why would he try?   No wonder he wants her, he needs her, he loves her   No wonder, so would I