It's a Perfect Relationship

It’s crazy
Ridiculous
It doesn’t make sense
That’s true
But what can I do?
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 moustache 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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It’s a perfect relationship
And that’s how things should always be
Our love can never lose its 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
Tough as nails with a black cigar
As handsome as a movie star
Stern as an eagle, shy as a dove
A face that only a mother could love
It doesn’t matter what he is
I’m HIS, HIS, HIS!
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 «Mum», he thinks I’m sixty-three
And I’ll never meet him
And he’ll never meet me
No, he’ll never meet me