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