Fuzzy

And you are soft and cuddly.
And you are warm and fuzzy.

Lonely blue eye nazi prom queen.
Bruised knuckle boy tired of crawling.

Let's paint the town red, like “carrie.”
Because I am your— I am your toy,
Foxy lady.

And you are bright and starry.
I'm not that bad, just got lucky.

And heaven can wait.
I'm standing.
You on my shoulder,
Demanding.

And you are soft and fuzzy.
And you are truly lovely.
You are my itchy sweater.
You are my lovely love-getter.

Yeah.