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