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 Plaza-O-Double-Four-Double-Three 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 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 Plaza-O-Double-Four-Double-Three 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 Plaza-0-Double-Four-Double-Three 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