Half-Past Three

My friend has a mansion; my friend has a house by the sea,

But I have a boy who is half-past three

My friend has a backyard pond; my friend has a fat money bond,

But I have a boy who is butter-nut blonde.

My friend has a sports car; my friend has all designer clothes,

But I have a boy with a birthmark nose.

My friend has an elegant home, with his own personal work staff,

But I have a boy who makes me throw back my head and laugh.

I have a son with low raspy voice,

Who cuddles with me by choice.

I have a boy who is half-past three,

A little guy who friends say looks like me.