I call you up, you're always there!
You don't hang up and you're always where you whisper "Meet Me!"
Sweet love o'mine, even your whispers shine!
I thought you up, you never grow!
I put you up in a bed of roses so you can never ever get away
(Unless you want to stay)
And you steam me up, a bowl of oatmeal, dull and warm and waiting
And then you top me off, you shake your surreal kisses come snowing down for the tasting:
Sugar mine!
I break you up, you always laugh!
And you put up with all the crap I have to tell you!
Oh you're only being kind! Oh you are? Well never mind
I made you up: you never cry!
You wake me up just to make me lie around
(We're never really sleeping anyway
We've found a game to play!)
And I tell you stories, monster stories! 'Bout the beasts that want to eat you
Because the monster loves his sugary oatmeal, gobbles us up
First me, then sweet you!
But it never really happened to you!
And it never really happened to me neither!
And it'll never really happen to anybody, ever again