Žodžiai dainai: Pete Townshend. Don't Try To Make Me Real.

Make me of clay, make me of steel
But whatever you do, don't try to make me real
Make me your dream, a secretive deal
But don't ever scheme to try and make me real

Stop trying to make me real
I haven't got the kind of heart a lover can steal
Stop crying, I just can't feel
Any sympathy for someone trying to make me real

Make me of shit in a two-teenier deal
Make me of pornography in a pedophile wheel
Whatever I do, whatever I feel
By your double standard I will never be real

Stop trying to make me real
I haven't got the kind of heart a lover can steal
Stop crying, I just can't feel
Any sympathy for someone trying to make me

Why can't you settle for a fantasy?
You're so convinced that I'm the man to see
I can't live up to, what you give up to
I fail to see, the perfect man in me

Make me from your magazine a listed ideal
Dress me in the doll's house, your knickers conceal
Make me your brother, lover, beau ideal
But you will soon discover a lover can't be real

Stop trying to make me real
I haven't got the kind of heart a lover can steal
Stop crying, I just can't feel
Any sympathy for someone trying to make me real

Stop trying to make me real
I haven't got the kind of heart a lover can steal
Stop crying, I just can't feel
Any sympathy for someone trying to make me real

Don't try to make me real, oh no, I've got no sympathy
Sympathy for someone trying to make me real

Stop trying to make me real
I haven't got the kind of heart a lover can steal
Stop crying, I just can't feel
Any sympathy for someone trying to make me real