It's crazy, ridiculous,
it doesn't make sense
That's true, but what can I do?
I'm in love with a man,
Plaza 04433
It's a perfect relationship,
I can't see him, he can't see me
I'm in love with a voice, plaza
O, double four, double three
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?
Trimmed 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,
Plaza 04433
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?
He could be the fat and balding type
Or rugged tweeds with a briar pipe
Dark -rimmed glasses, super mind
Or the sweet, poetic kind
It doesn't matter what he'd be.
How he loved me.
Shh.
This is answer phone.
Hello,
Mom?
Yes,
Mr.
Moss?
Will you wake me up in
a couple of hours?
Yes,
Mr.
Moss.
But he's still just a voice.
Plaza
O, double four, double three.
What a perfect relationship.
I can't see him.
He can't see me.
He calls me mo m.
He thinks I'm 63
And I'll never meet him
And he'll never meet me
No, he'll never meet me
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