Mon Homme
Céline Dion
My Man
He has a frugal gaze
He speaks rarely, and I like that
He loves the cooing of doves and the smell of coffee
And those little things we do without thinking
He's my man, my flag
My man, the one I need
I shiver, I get soaked
He's my man, my shelter, my bed, my hero
He wouldn't know how to shine
Like a plain, forgotten lighthouse
In his ordinary sea
He breaks the waves without seeing
Those thousands of lights
That he offers me without realizing
He's my man, my flag
My man, the one I need
I shiver, I get soaked
He's my man, my fire, my rest
He's my man, my friend
Who forgives, the one we choose
I fumble as I falter
He's my man who does what he says
He's my man, I admire him
My ozone, the air I breathe
My opium, my day
Oh my man, my roof, my path
My love
