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
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