What can i say about this friend of mine?

What can I say about this friend of mine
She’s often called upon to pay my fine
She doesn’t mind bailing me out
If I give her my puppy eyes and sexy pout

I say to her don’t help me anymore
But yet she comes and takes my outpour
She’ll hold my head when I’m being sick
She’ll give me the answers when I’m being thick

She cooks me tea when I burn the toast
One time she even cooked me a Sunday roast
I’m often silly and make Huge mistakes
But she mends me up, she’s not fake

She tells me she loves me, when my heart cries
She even cuddled me when my fish, bubbles died
She loves to watch me wobble my body around
She see’s the funny side in my terrible sound

Who am I talking about I can hear you all say?
Well maybe I should wait and tell you on another day
OK, OK I’ll tell you now. She’s very precious to me
I love her with all my heart, Bethy is her name can’t you see …..