A Perfect Relationship
I'm in love with a man
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It's a perfect relationship
I can't see him, he can't see me
I'm in love with a voice
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What a perfect relationship
I talk to him and he just talks to me
And yet I can't help wondering, what
Does he look like?
I wish I knew
What does he look like?
Is he six foot seven or three foot two
Has he eyes of brown or baby blue
Big and mighty or underfed
Trim black mustache or beard of red?
Can he dance like Fred Astaire?
Is he dark or is he fair?
Pompadour or not a hair?
Well, I don't care
I'm in love with a man
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What a perfect relationship
And that's how things should always be
Our love can never lose it's mystery
'Cause I'll never meet him
And he'll never meet me
No, he'll never meet me
What does he look like?
My sleeping prince
What does he look like?
He could be the fat and balding type
Or rugged tweeds and a briar pipe
Dark-rimmed glasses, super mind
Or the sweet poetic kind
It doesn't matter what he'd be
How he'd love me
But he's still just a voice
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What a perfect relationship
I can't see him, he can't see me
He calls me "Mom", he thinks I'm ninety-three
And I'll never meet him
And he'll never meet me
No, he'll never meet me