I'm not single anymore,
my boyfriend's name is Mr. Pillow.
He is the only guy I sleep
with every night.
He's the only one that has my heart.
On my rough days he holds me close;
I lay on his chest,
And even though he is short and his arms can't reach around me,
it's okay.
I told my mom I had a boyfriend,
she said "how tall is he?"
I said "he's 20 inches by 36,
but it's ok cause I love him."
He the the guy that wants to know me for me
And doesn't want to go in to Victoria Secret
without out permission.
Mr. Pillow is the only guy I sleep with;
He understands me more than Stiletto,
cause Stiletto never there.
Mr. Pillow is the only guy that has my heart.