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by Dean Friedman
Humor me. Humor me.
Don't take what I say too seriously.
It's not that I am insincere. I really do mean everything I say.
It's just that every time you're near I get carried away.
Humor me. Humor me.
Anytime I get a little silly, please try not to be dismayed. You know it's really not my fault.
Just take everything I say with a grain of salt.
You see, underneath this cynical exterior, there's a child in me waiting for the chance
To prove that all my logic is inferior to romance.
Humor me. Humor me.
Don't be frightened by the things you see. Sure I know infatuation's all it is,
just a stage I'm going through.
So don't be overcome by your defenses,
And you can make believe you love me too.
And I'll humor you.