Who said that this comfort blanket
Was made
For a little kid
Well there's a grown man who stands
But lays down at the end of a bed
That's having trouble resting his head
And all those animals in your bed
Is the cherry that you're not fed
And the night light that gets plugged in
Is the rag that clears your head
Who sighs when that comfort bear
Of mine
Gets held tight
When inside it feels as if
There's nobody at my side
And all those animals in your bed
Is the cherry that you're not fed
And the night light that gets plugged in
Is the rag that clears your head