Lyrics
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 to make me real
Make me your dream, a secretive deal
But don't ever scheme to try 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
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 real
Make me real
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 got no sympathy
No 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
