It's a Perfect Relationship - Dean Martin

It’s crazy

Ridiculous

It doesn’t make sense

That’s true

But what can I do?

I’m in love with a man

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It’s a perfect relationship

I can’t see him, he can’t see me

I’m in love with a voice

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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

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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

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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