It's a Perfect Relationship

I'm in love with a man
 Plaza-O-Double-Four-Double-Three
 What 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
 What 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