Me + You

I see you
The way I want to.
Not the way you really are.
Why should I?
The way I see you tells me you're my kind of guy,
Sweet and nice,
My heart melts like ice
Everytime you brush my shoulder,
Or just pick up my dropped folder.
So don't bring me into reality
Because the real things, I won't want to beleive.
And that is all I want to say
So please just listen to me, okay?