Letra de The Cynic

So pull me out of this dreamTurn off the televisionPut on a romantic vinylAnd come to bed againPlease be my next morning flowerBut don't be there all the timeLeave me a couple of hoursThen bring me food and wine(chorus)Play with me, play with meDon't tell me how it feelsDon't let it be for realDon't tell me how you feelI'll make this week disappearLike I've erased several monthsIt's turning into a year nowAnd I'm still a manikinYou're so poetic when you're sadSo tiring when you cryWe could fly out and get marriedI think I love you now(chorus)Play with me, play with meDon't tell me how it feelsDon't let it be for realDon't tell me how you feelPlay with me, play withDon't tell me how it feelsDon't let it be for realDon't tell me how you feel