The Real Thing — текст песни (The Kinleys)

Don`t want your picture in a frame on the table
Don`t want your notes on the wall
Don`t want your voice on the phone machine baby
Don`t want your stuff in the hall

Don`t want your smell on the pillow next to me
No roses at my front door
No dedication on the radio station
No substitutions no more

CHORUS:
I just want the real thing that`s how it is
Your tender touch baby, your sweet kiss
No imitation darling, that`s not my business
I`m talking `bout the genuine thing
The real thing

Don`t wanna hear about how much you miss me
And wish you had a little more time
But if you really want to try to convince me
Try with your lips next time

REPEAT CHORUS
In my arms, in the flesh
A little ole fashioned tenderness
No ruby ring, no Taj Mahal
I just need you and that`s all

REPEAT CHORUS