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