You're Ideal

Home life was just a dictatorship
Where mother reigned supreme
Then came the edict: time to mature
And now it seems like a dream

Chorus:
Oh my, there's something that I
Won't say good-bye to - that's how I feel
This boy has only one toy and you're ideal

Good taste is timeless, so I
Had calla lilies to spare
When I arranged the funeral rites
For my old teddy bear

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Childhood's attic, dusty and static
Is locked away from me
I wouldn't mind that, if I could find that
You're underneath my Christmas tree

Your hair can grow, and better yet
The style can always be changed
You can walk, and if you don't wet
Well that can be arranged

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