You’re not the only cuddly toy
That was ever enjoyed by any boy
You’re not the only choo-choo train
that was left out in the rain
The day after santa came
You’re not the only cherry delight that was left in the night
And gave up without a fight
You’re not the only cuddly toy
That was ever enjoyed by any boy
You’re not the kind of girl to tell your mother
The kind of company you keep
I never told you not to love no other
You must have dreamed it in your sleep