Don't Try To Make Me Real - Pete Townshend

RAY:

Ruth, what do you really want?

What are you doing here?

Make me of clay, make me of steel

But whatever you do don’t try and 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-tenner 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 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