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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
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 If you really want to try to convince me Try with your lips next to mine, yeah
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
In my arms, in the flesh A little old fashioned tenderness No ruby ring, no Taj Mahal I just need you and that's all
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
Hey, you make my heart sing The real thing No imitation, darling, that's not my business I'm talking 'bout the genuine thing The real thing, yeah
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